I waited for the train to come
as I do everyday.
Standing. Listening to heavy metal.
Full volume.
Fingers playing the drum track on my lap.
Station packed with strangers
until she walks by.
She's the one girl I see everyday take the same train,
just standing a couple meters from me.
I almost smiled as she passed by,
but I was too shy to do so.
She's no model. She's no movie star.
She has sad, shy eyes hiding behind thick framed glasses.
Long, black hair falling down her shoulders.
She walks a little hunched from carrying her backpack.
And still she makes me too shy to even say hi.
I know nothing about her.
Not her age.
Not her number.
Not even her name.
All I know is I like her,
and that today I let my chance pass me by,
yet again.