Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Passing Commuter


Why was she staring at me,
With that look,
With that look of wistful wonder in her eyes?
As her train pulled away I realised,
She was dreaming deeply in her reflection.


4 comments:

  1. Have experienced so many moments like this, you've put it into words well:)

    ReplyDelete
  2. Many thanks! Cheers too for your comment on "Music/Love".

    ReplyDelete
  3. Nice piece since I read it last year.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Thanks. It's funny how sometimes fleeting moments spark an idea for a poem. All the best!

    ReplyDelete