Stranger

You, in that corner by the window

Left hand side, second row

Your face is mirrored by the glass

you never notice when I pass

You, five feet away and yet so far

You're maybe hurt may have a scar

Invisible at the first look

They judge the cover of the book

You, and your stories I don't know

Your face, it doesn't tell nor does it show

What you hide so well inside

Your path and mine, will they collide?

You're on my mind each day and night

I wonder how to do this right

Do I just smile at you today

Or is there something I should say?

But here's my stop, I have to go

I walk past you and past your row

I missed my chance to end the pain

You're still the stranger on the train

Reviews

[luvs2write]

Amazing! By far the best poem that I've read on here...

[-S.]

Wow! Thank you so much :)

[Tess Nicholls]

Really well-written. 'You're still the stranger on the train,' such a poignant last line. Thanks for sharing!

[-S.]

Thanks for the review ;)

[Brittany Zedalis]

Sometimes we should just take a chance, because happiness make come from it. This is a great write.

[-S.]

Thanks :)
Yes, that's true... Taking more chances is what I'm trying to teach myself