Weaving

Strangers I cherished,
ones I still think about.
I wonder if they arrived safely
if their plane got in time.

A timid reply.
A humble bow.
A heartfelt laugh.
A cheerful goodbye.

We call them strangers
people without a name,
yet they end up being
most interactions made.

Brief moments in time
that weaves us into life
we can be connected
if we dare to say hi.