the casual intimacy of standing face-to-face with a cute stranger on public transit

[TranquillityBase]

We stood there with our sneakers
(and our stars)
aligned   this one word could just be part of line 1
Your arm stretched out over my head,
(pinning me against the wall)               just make this a normal line, no parentheses
gripping the safety rail,
winding veins disappearing under a rolled-up shirtsleeve
and as the metro carriage rocked and led my feet
one two three stumbling steps closer to you,
I tried to not imagine falling for(wards) you, and you           I tried not to imagine falling into you, and you
gripping my waist instead, but then
the train pulled into your station, and you
(unlike me)
got off.

I think these notes may be a repeat of what's already been said by others, but I liked the poem just not the parenthetical additions, a snapshot of incipient love and inevitable disappointment.

TqB

P.S. title gives away too much