Woman on the Train

Written 11/30/16

When you glance at the stranger on the other train that’s slowly going away from you, you get a sense of loneliness

Like she’s leaving and she doesn’t know of your existence, which she doesn’t, but you didn’t know of hers either

The way she stared out of her dark tinted sunglasses to the morning sky somehow gave a feeling of alienation and being forgotten when it was impossible to be remembered 

It’s like, for only a moment, you were watching a goodbye that you never knew existed

She appeared, was there, and you watched her go

And you’re not hurt, but you dislike the taste it leaves in your mouth

She’s done this before, or she will do it, but she’s ready by her proud stance and unmournful sunglassed glare

You will never know her, and before you know it, she’s gone

Reviews

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This one is really beautiful note. Reader can see You really work hard on this piece. Each word is very carefully choose. Dark emotions through the train work very well. Nicely done.