I still daydream about it, that time I saw you standing on the platform waiting for the train. I wonder if you noticed me.
I hadn’t seen you before, I caught the train every day and being a creature if habit I would stand in the same spot, my coffee warming my fingers in the cold morning air. My winter stockings not really warming my legs.
You look good in a suit, I couldn’t help but wonder about what you’d look like without it. The train arrived and we all cluster onto the train, in all the crush of people I managed to find a spot to stand and there you were, right in front of me your face just off to the side. I could watch you and wonder about you.