She boarded the train,
Slowly sitting down in
The seat to my front left.

It was late and
The carriage was bare,
With sleepy passengers
On the night-train,
The near-naked-train.

A few quick glimpses -
Scared she'd see -
I went to retrieve my bag
The other end of the carrige,
On my way down the narrow isle,
More so as to pass her,
Then get my luggage.

I caught her side-profile,
Perfect as a silhouette
Inside a heart-shaped locket.

Her chestnut hair fell down to
Her chest but there it stopped
To smell of hazelnut chocolate.

The beginning of a crack in
Her spectacle lenses and
How her teeth slight showed,
Even her flaws were perfection.

-Jamie F. Nugent