We swooned,Just a bit,
As only commuter-strangers,Swoon.
Feather stroked my hand,So I turned,
She was gone.She was gone.
"There you go",
I probably smiled.
Not again!This is no good,
This is no good at all.I probably said to myself.
How I hate my moon/jejune heart, when,When it gets all double-jointed earnest,
You know something?Such episodes,
For what they are,Define the lives,
For the,Dazed, dozy,
I'm also good at almost tumbling down escalators...