My Walkman.
Watching train cars burning the tracks besides
Our train to somewhere.
The distance between my thoughts run
Restless and long.
Playing hide and seek with a girl a few seats
A head of me.
What's your name? My eyes couriously asks.
Do you feel me watching you?
I glance away and from the corner of my eyes
I see you smiling at me.
I look back and we make contact.
Eyes meet with a smile.
A few miles out from were I'm going.
I turn my head,
Looking out the forgotten window of filmilar trees
That are infact the same trees that I see every time
I'm here.
I look back at her and she is gone.
A fate that wasn't to be made.
Just strangers on the train.
June 06/12
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