today i saw two guys sharing a box of pizza

on the M train mezzanine bench, they looked really cute together

one was wearing a puffer, the other a wool coat

both of them wore glasses that matched them

I peaked at them and didn’t think too much of it as i went on with my night

they happen to sit across from me inside the train and one question haunts my mind

are they friends? or are they lovers?

as much as my moral compass is against shipping two strangers together

my heart wants to believe that they have found each other.

and that the pizza they had was not to eat, but dine

that their very different outfits signified their love for each other’s unique identity

that their synchronized walking was telling me that their hearts beat the same way

I wish mine did too