Through the Eyes of a Stranger

I am walking off last night, uncomfortable, bursting, exposed
You are sitting in a stairwell, your bike helmet still on
Attacking a stale slice of apple pie from the bakery next door
Oblivious to me and to the world, eating like the pie is painful, everything

You are fifty and female and thin and I wonder if you are me
Another apple orbiting the same 9am pie sun
Or am I projecting to feel less alone
In this vast, hidden universe that is my everything