The girl on the train

The Girl on the train.

The girl on the train 

And there I sat, 

And there she sat, 

A distance fragile as breath, 

Yet vast as oceans, 

Between us. 

Her eyes met mine, 

A quiet collision of worlds, 

And in that moment, nothing existed— 

Nothing but the universe 

Framed in her gaze. 

For once, the train lost itself. 

Its rhythmic sway and clatter 

Melted into silence, into darkness 

A ghost on the rails, 

Vanished beneath the weight of her presence. 

And the world was emptied, 

A darkened void lit only by us. 

Beams of light fell, deliberate, 

Illuminating her face, her form, 

As if the cosmos itself conspired 

To hold her in view, 

And me in awe. 

I felt my eyes betray me, 

Leaving their hollow frames 

To meet hers— 

To dance in the language 

Only eyes dare speak. 

Her gaze smiled, whispered, 

Lingered like the notes of an unplayed song, 

Each second a symphony 

My soul longed to record. 

Then, regret swelled. 

I should never have looked. 

I should never have found her— 

For now, I’d never find her again. 

My eyes will forget her face, her form 

But my heart— 

My heart will forever move, 

An eternal passenger 

On that train. 

EzroniX Poetry!