Another day;
Another commute —
It's our daily routine.

We step up — abreast,
And I fumble with the change I need.
This familiarity in my chest,
Are feelings I daren't feed.
I remind them to rest,
But again they pay no heed.

Our sleeves brush,
Our shoulders touch.
Elbows graze awkwardly.

Another glance;
Another smile —
Merely for pleasantries.

Just one more stop, and he gets off.
Yet, these butterflies remain with me.