We were both sitting in the SkyTrain facing each other. Our eyes kept meeting. Yours are dark, almost black. At Commercial Dr. station, when the doors opened, the SkyTrain security was there ready to escort a man without his sight. You came my way and you asked me: "have we met before"? It made me smile and broke the ice. Amidst a mob of people climbing up the flight of stairs, we had a brief conversation. I was in a rush. We were going in separate directions. You asked for my phone number but... I was already on the escalator. I wish we could meet again.