Riding the Richmond to SF/Colma BART train midday

When offboarding, a man tossed a piece of paper onto the empty seat next to me. My first reaction was, why is he throwing his trashy paper next to me? Do I look like the nearest garbage receptacle?

My anger turned to puzzlement when I finally picked up the folded graph paper and realized it was a love poem directed towards me. Oh, random BART.