Stainless steel and plastic chairs
Empty stares, faces even
Faces
You avoid eye contact and instead you find yourself staring at strangers feet
Shoes
Shoes are the storytellers of these wary travelers.
I trace their shoelaces with my eyes
My face holds no emotion
None of us ever seem surprised
The great train moves on
Breathe in
Breathe out
The train stops.
You feel strangers collectively sigh.
A group of human beings never to meet again, yet we are all connected
in our frustration
We have places to go
No time to get to know
The multitude of humans that brush our shoulders
We are letters fitting into mail slots
Addresses unknown
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YOU ARE READING
The Implications of being a DramaQueen
PoetryI'm just a poetry book I have some lyrical interpretation to ensnare your fascination Come Take a Look! Do I have you hooked?
