To hear
i love you
anywhere

someone else's
in a crowd, walking past, standing still
on a bus
someone else's -
who, on the other end
is receiving, we will never know, yet
it is known
that they
are
Loved.

Something like catching
part
of an undressing
in a locker room
A total stranger's humble
transition
in view
entrusted then in
that somehow
holy?
maybe sacred space
that has no name or even appointment, room number
or assignment of any sort

I will call it
liminal
and
thank
god?
for this
accidental
trust
and vulnerable
admittance.