I sat on the train watching you,



You pushed your hair from your forehead,



And a cloud of burnished copper fell



To your shoulders.



And I saw your violet eyes pre-occupied



Searching the train for me.



I huddled down into my seat to obscure your view.



The champagne light of the morning



Angled through the window,



My head fizzing with bubbles of uncertainty.



Then you began to move



Slowly at first, so slowly you started to recede,



Until I had to twist my head around



To keep you in sight.



Then faster faster you were heading



Away from me, running into the distance



And I still rooted to the spot on my chair,



Observed, it was you after all



Ran away from me.