There, he stood holding the steel post and the slanted light
Of the dying sun lit up the comic book he held.
Here, he caught me when a sudden curve
In the tracks made me fly straight into his arms.
There, we laughed at the unmoving cars below us—
the rush of speed and our pumping blood thrilling our veins!
Here, our lips first met, strangers charging past us,
In and out the train, going to... who knows where?
We did know one precious thing and that was
Here, we met and fell in love
There, we will go together as one.
Here I am, running away from the boy
Who changed his mind, who now stands
There, on the platform pretending I’m not
Yuck. It's kinda cheesy pala. Nope, this ain't from personal experience! Just wrote it in a flash. I dedicate it to all the men and women who ride the train and look blankly out the window. I hopethe mundane stuff in our everyday life inspires you, too! Happy weekend!