She said she couldn't see me
So I stayed at home and drank alone
singing along to the voice of falling snow.
He saw them fucking through the window of her basement flat. She was gorgeous. The man on top had broad, muscular shoulders. He was driving in hard. She was in ecstacy. The desperate rhythm kept him standing there, till the beat came to a halt.
He chokes back tears all the way home.
"Ever stopped to talk to a stranger in the street?"
"Well, why not make this your first time?"
"Never wondered how you walk by people, and they might have lives, just as simple or as complicated as yours? Never thought about why you do the things you do, and wonder whether they do the same things for the same reasons? Come on, I'm not dangerous, nor am I a lunatic. Look, I'll open my coat up. There's nothing under it but my shirt. Look, I'll even open up my shirt. There's nothing under it but hair, flesh, and some bone."
"Unfortunately for you, I'm miles away from home. And I'd like to get there soon."
"I understand. I'm not doing anything. Nobody's waiting for me. I've got nothing pressing coming up. May I accompany you?"
"...You're not a lunatic, but you're definitely some sort of crazy."
"Can I take that as a yes?"
She says nothing. He follows, and she says nothing still, so he follows.
"My name is..."
"There's no need for your name. We're strangers. Let's keep it that way."
Grey sunlight is streaming in through the snow-frosted glass. She is sitting on a bed. She lights a cigarette, and he takes a toke, standing by the window.
"Sex bores me now, but I still want it."
"Bores you? That's a first."
"I'm all kinds of firsts. How many times have you had a stranger in your house before?"
"Don't mind me. I have no problems being obnoxious."
"I'm sleeping with 3 women right now."
"You're awfully forthcoming."
"You don't know my name. You might never see me again."
"You know where I live."
"I'm prone to boredom. I might not want to come by again."
"*Sigh* so the 3 women..."
"A musician, a banker, and an artist."
"Variety, as they say..."
"Eh. It's more about ease and availability."
"The musician is in love, and I'm breaking her heart..."
"I was talking about you."
"There is one, but she won't see me no more."
"Your sarcasm is much appreciated, but I kept straight and narrow."
"However did you become Mr. Promiscuity?"
"She wasn't attracted to me anymore. Chose someone else."
"Hm. I think you're attractive."
"...Thank you. I think I'll be going now."
The awkward silence hangs for a bit, and proceeds to follow him out her front door. She sees him turn the corner, and whispers "I await you, stranger. Even though it's time to move on."