Chance Encounters with Strangers

Muttering like a mad woman
I walk unnoticed.
Words slip through my lips.
Vengeful. Angry. Sacred.
Powerful in their emptiness
Because I only say them to me.
Justified as a hidden sun.

Until I turn a corner
And encounter you.
An abrupt stop that makes all the words
Spill on the pavement
And evaporate as if they never were.
My shattered-glass heart dances like diamonds.
Even though the wary world
Continues to revolve around us.