I see her there,
Settling herself into the uncomfortable train seat.
She sighs as she sets down her heavy bagpack,
And as she re-ties her hair, I notice her eyes.
They seem lost, defeated,
As though the spark in them had died out.
She takes a call, speaks to her family at home,
Finding comfort in their happiness.
I wonder how she would look happy,
I imagine her eyes crinkling with a smile
And the pretty contortion of her bright face.
She stares out the window now,
Seemingly lost in a fantasy,
Stuck in this ceaseless reality.
She whispers something to herself,
A private conversation for no one else to hear,
As though she is the only one left who would listen.
And although she is a stranger,
Someone I haven’t even spoken to,
I find myself wishing her well,
Hoping for her happiness and joy.
It’s funny how close strangers can become
If only you give them a second thought.