The Rush


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.

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