Paint the Dots | Poetry Breakdown

Wheels to rails – a grinding and shaking
as sceneries pass by in a blur
melting all the greens and browns together
in a fluid paint stroke. 

Strangers sharing seats, conversations exchanged
and memories filed away as a positive chance encounter,
like water droplets on separate paths
accidentally merging together. 

Your shoulder on mine, 
connecting all the way to the fingertips. 
As time continues to pass, our minds sync more.
Unbroken bonds manifested in a pulse, a squeeze, a gaze
like a blend of pigments mixing to a new color.