He’d been traveling a long while in the back of a Greyhound bus
Searching for Happiness, who eluded him with a come hither/go far lust.
For many years now, he’d been lonely, longing for someone to hold
Knowing all too well the cliché, ‘all that glitters isn’t gold.’
Somewhere along that road, our paths had slightly crossed
We both came to realize what we had gained and still had lost.
What a coincidence it had been, that right turn at New Orleans!
(Apparently, we had a psychic bond ~scientifically impossible~ like twins…
“Unconsciously, somehow” he supposed, he’d always been looking for me.
We’d spent all our money and were still ravenously hungry.
And then, he gave me his last sunflower seed, a small but meaningful gift.
Someday to be returned he said, “In the place of a little kiss.”