She looks into the dismal reflection
of a man experiencing extreme torment,
sitting beside her.

The train stops; she passes him a note that says
"I'm sorry, I feel this creature crawling out of my heart and
into my brain, cutting the wires and re-arranging the connections."

Not a look in the eye, nor a tear to show
the agony of what was once ecstasy
of a blossoming flower in his mind.

Just moments later she walks to the back car,
greets a stranger with a kiss, and asks him
"Would you like to have dinner sometime?"