We Swooned, Just a Bit

We swooned,

Just a bit,

As only commuter-strangers,

Swoon.

Daring and guarded, she passed,

And,

Her fingers,

Feather stroked my hand,

So I turned,

And,

Of course,

She was gone.

She was gone.

"There you go",

I probably smiled.

That instant yearning deja vu.

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,

Like this.

And,

You know something?

Such episodes,

For what they are,

Define the lives,

For the,

Dazed, dozy,

Love hazy,

Shy,

And daft,

Commuter.

I'm also good at almost tumbling down escalators...