She sees him standing on the train,
On his face, a thoughtful look
He stands out in his fancy suit
Like an interesting cover of a closed book
He sees her sitting on the train,
Her bright red sweater catches his eye
Her face is buried in a book
She looks up and starts to smile
He smiles back, they start to talk.
He speaks about his love for trains
She talks about her favourite movie
Slowly, he tells her that he paints
She talks about her English class
And how bright her students are
He talks about his latest paintings
And the gallery that made an offer
They chat for what seems like hours
He's never talked so much
Finally, her stop arrives, shes tell him
"Let's keep in touch"
He sits at night, stares at his easel
To call her now, is it too late?
His father calls, "How was the meeting?"
He tells him that it was just great
She sits at home preparing
For tomorrow morning's class
Her phone rings and she grins
The Painter called, at last!
So this poem is based on two of my other poems, The Painter and The English teacher. I had this urge to write about them together :P
Please read the other two poems if you liked this one!