To the girl I’ll only see once and forever:
Angry shrieking sounds of the underground make us rely on glances. Your eyes, a smile. Just a moment, yet we know each other, can see our future.
The train stops. The doors open.
You’re outside when they close.
I could have said something, asked your name, got off the train.
Really, the details ruin everything.
At least we had 16th to Powell.
-Anonymous