Strangers on a train

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.


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