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You lent me your blanket at the Delacorte and whispered Hamlet lines along with the actors. I left before the encore—did you notice?

You were waving a sign that said “Run Like You Stole Something.” Your high-five fueled me through the wall, but I never got to say thanks or hear your story.

You offered to help me finagle my couch through a third-floor walkup on the Lower East Side. I never got to thank you properly—or ask you for a drink.

Your golden retriever stole my terrier’s tennis ball and you apologized with a smile that rivaled the sunrise. Maybe our dogs should have another playdate?

We walked side by side in the midnight crowd, both pausing to take photos of the skyline. Wish I’d asked to take a photo together instead.

My cappuccino nearly ruined your crossword puzzle, but you only grinned and offered me a corner of your newspaper. Would love to get the chance to buy you a replacement coffee.

We both reached for the same poetry collection and joked about “fighting for love.” I got shy when you smiled. Our story deserves a happier ending.

You played “Stand by Me” on your sax at the 42nd St. platform and I dropped a dollar—and my phone number on a napkin. Did you find it?

I spilled sprinkles on your shoes at 16 Handles and you laughed, offering me extra napkins. Wish I had asked for your name instead of just apologizing.

You held a blue umbrella and let me share your seat during the rainstorm. We exchanged glances but missed the chance to talk when you rushed off at Atlantic Avenue.

You offered your seat near Prospect Park with a shy smile, balancing a tote bag full of string beans. We commiserated over delays and you got off at DeKalb, leaving the faint scent of coffee behind. I wish I’d asked about your favorite farmers market.

You held a neon green umbrella and shared a shy smile as we waited out the downpour. I was in the blue raincoat, headphones on, wishing I’d said hello before the train arrived and you disappeared.