Sweet Smells and Subway Trains

This piece is a mixture of free verse poetry and short story styles of writing. I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know what you think :)

A girl boarded the train tonight, 
a bunch of flowers, their colors bright against her black clothing, 
clutched tightly, yet carefully, in her hands.
As I sat there, on the train beside her, wafts of sweetness drifted towards me, clinging to my senses, defiant of the other smells of rot, filth, and sweat that surround and fill the tunnels, permeating through the walls of the train I was on. I studied those blooms, their vibrant hues giving life to the dullness of the station car. 
For a moment, seeing these, combined with the freshest of fragrances, took me away from my current position in the crowded city. My mind drifted to gardens I had walked through, hand-in-hand with lovers, and of other places, where I was alone and free to drift as I pleased through them, taking in the serenity and the thrill around me that simultaneously happens in the purest and most colorful of places. I wondered if she took notice of my gaze, or if she was oblivious to the effect that little bouquet had on me and the overall ambiance of the station car.

Grinding gears screeched the subway car to halt. The young girl in black had already stood up to wait behind the silver-gray doors of the train, her impatience showing through an incessantly tapping foot and an ever-so-slight leaning of her body towards the doors leading out to the grime of the 14 St subway station.

The doors, squeaking in protest, opened, and without much more than the slightest moments of a pause, the girl in black rushed out of the train, bouquet clutched in one hand, 

a slender black clothe purse grasped in the other.

She was gone,
and with her, the fragrance of the bouquet followed.

*The train car is back to its normal smell now. As the train slowly began its forward progression, I wondered if perhaps I had imagined the whole thing, day dreaming to pass the time.

I look over at the seat next to me to find it empty, save a single yellow petal, bright against the dark blue of the seat it fell upon.

I smile to myself, close my eyes, and let myself drift
back to sleep.

Reviews

[CherryEllie]

This is really good. I love the detailed description. It felt like I could actually visualize the entire scene. I love how you described every sense and feeling you felt. I also love you thoughts on everything. Very well made.

[GwenLark]

The description of the senses are written so well. This is great

[LKBillips]

Funny how the simple addition of color can make our lives just a little less bleak, a little more sweet, and a hopeful. I really liked this one.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

As I said before love this I truly do

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is magical
I love it

[Ardra]

the description of your thought process..nicely penned...

[J. B.]

thanks for reading :)

[Jiya]

You write how I feel but, I feel short of words to express it. I'm really inspired by your writings.
I'd love to read more from you.

[J. B.]

That's extremely flattering. Thank you!

[olla]

to see the universe in a grain of sand is a rare gift..