Last Train To Paris

It was a cool fall morning, around 10 am to be specific

I boarded the last train to Paris, returning home to my family

Little rain droplets aligned on the glass of the window

And scurried away as the speed increased

A very attractive guy caught my attention

Our seats were facing each other so we had a perfect view of one another

The raindrops reflected off of his speckled blue eyes

His pupils still following the drops as they washed away

I occasionally caught him gazing at me

I did the same to him

And we played that gazing game the entire trip there

I secretly took a few pictures on my phone of him

I can assure you, they will never be deleted

I've never met him

I didn't know his name

I only saw him that day on the train

And I thought he was a beautiful person

I knew, even from two or three rows apart from each other

Whoever greets him as he arrives to his destination 

Better consider themselves lucky.

Reviews

[Aethereal]

This was an incident poem about an event that happens all too often. It inspired me to write this tiny gift poem for you which you may keep as your own.

Him

Though I saw him on the train,
he was no one that I knew,
but his memory shall remain
in my mind my whole life through.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

This reminds me of my own poem "Stranger, Would You Mind?" Ha, indeed, you are one lucky girl! Luckier than me, even... At least the attractive guy gave you glances. :x

[Rosaria_V]

Sounds almost like a story!! It's so great :) Awesome job!