That look you gave me.
Squashed against stranger.
Daily commute,
hot writhing and sharp elbows.
That look,
as you tried desperately try to read the news,
paper held close, tight, folded.
Nearly smudging ink across your angry face,
carriage so tightly packed.
That look.
One glance tells a thousand stories.
Big city blues.
You’re not married.
Several failed relationships.
You hate your empty, cold one bedroom flat.
You’re lonely.Â
And you’re furious, furious
that the only meagre piece of human contact,
the only time you feel another’s warmth,
another body
pressed hot to yours
is a strangers on a train.
Exquisite! The feeling of being alone could not be expressed in better words!
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Thank you! Amazing what you can write in a squished train carriage on the morning commute!
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Whatever comes straight from an incredible heart is always amazing 🙂
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Now you’re making me blush…! 🙂
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Hehe isn’t it great that no matter how much time has been spent without contact, talking to a friend is always easy? 😉
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Ab-so-lutely!! 🙂
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High praise indeed! I don’t think I’ve ever been exquisite before 😉
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Haha! Then you haven’t read your pieces through your readers’ eyes 😉
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