Evening rush,
Before the orange sky blackens
Bustling crowds, awaiting speedy trains
Seconds during transit,
Offer a glimpse into life
Be it, the crying toddler
Or the witty beggar
The diligent station janitors
Or a trio of giddy teens.
But someone’s felt a sudden rush
Fleeting, yet evoking appreciation
When locking eyes,
With a charismatic passerby.
Both strangers perplexed,
By the unexpected gaze
And what shouldn’t have lingered a second more
Had just birthed a “What if…?”
The answer to which,
She, passenger, would never know.
The train doors shut.
What then lies ahead,
Is another chapter of some story,
Perhaps, another mutual connection made,
Before final destination.
