Weary, unnoticed sweat trickles down my shoulder,
Cool relief, as exams are over, though fate feels colder.
Lost, pondering where my path may lead,
Famished, devouring sustenance for a final feed.
Anxious, yearning for another chance to find,
Dizzy, amidst the bustling humankind.
Serene, resting upon a solitary seat,
Vacant, my gaze drifts from sky to street.
Curious, a girl stands before my eyes,
Indifferent, my thoughts still mired in morning ties.
Captivated, the reflection in the window's frame,
Radiant, a heavenly angel or a royal dame?
Lethargic, resisting the urge to engage,
Timeless, something within me starts to age.
Innocent, do our gazes intertwine along this ride?
Silent words, our reflections in the glass confide.
Quiet, where have all the people gone?
Warmth, in her gaze, desire and doubt are drawn.
Astonished, my thoughts echo the same flight,
Bustling, the world resumes its lively sight.
Beautiful, fourteen years spent in a trance,
Ended, as the arrival bell heralds its stance.
In the gentle hum of a moonlit train, I first beheld a veiled girl with monolid eyes that spoke in hushed whispers. Our gazes, captured in the fleeting reflections of the window, wove an unspoken bond. Yet, just as the promise of our story began to unfold, the harsh clang of the station bell shattered our shared silence, and we drifted apart—strangers, yet forever tethered by a moment lost to time.
