My eyes water hard
as I focus on the train floor
that hasn't been cleaned in maybe years
"Don't look upon the outsider" I say to myself
"Don't look upon the tall skinny man with sandy hair and age old eyes. He'll stomp out your freedom with those pointed leather boots- he'll curse your breath with those cracking hands-
that geometrical jaw will whisper all you've ever dreamed of"
I kept my eyes down
He had no scent
yet I could smell the divine.
Was he looking at me,
or gazing past?
If only I had the courage to look,
now I'll never know,
I'll never know.