p o e t r y

79

there he was standing on the opposite side of the platform from me

his hair tousled, his smirk mystifying my morning mind

he caught the 7:05 while I caught the 7:09

and I never had the chance to ask for his name

his smirk and tousled hair haunted me

but then as always 

I would awake

thick with sweat

and wondering who

was the boy on the other side of the tracks..

a/n

i have a travellers heart 

p.s. 

i just love that gif so v much wow !