Her

This is a poem I thought of while sitting on my bus at 6:30 am.

I look at her,

With her earbuds in, and a blank face,

The only emotion showing was a slight frown on her blurry face.

I looked at her eyes,

her brown eyes,

They were not light and full of joy,

But dark, with a crack down the center,

As if she is connecting to the song on a personal level.

She was tired,

Broken,

and full of pain.

I blink and wipe away a tear to find the girl was gone,

Only to unmask, that I was staring at a foggy window.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the flow of thoughts leading to realistic ending. I liked the feel of secondary person looking in and learning. She was the reflection. Thank you Amy for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote