but I would have liked to

taste the spikes of their day

touch the curves in her hair and lids of his eyes

see all contents of the front cubby of his backpack

ask them if they knew the wooly-booted girl to their right

hear her voice after a groggy morning

try on his hat, see his reaction

pull on his hoody strings like the udders of a cow

run away chased by an argyle beanie

ask her where they're going and if I could come

I didn't even know them
but I would have liked to.