I Met Her

The underground was packed Like sardines we squeezed in and stacked She was there but not there if you know what I mean Ipods have a tendency to make people ignore each other which is mean Some days I felt myself almost smile at her But I never did quite look, just a quick glance which was a blur It was at late one night In the back coach which had a faulty light I felt someone looking at me And there she was perfect, as perfect could be I... smiled, she smiled back I found myself fixated, on her, dressed in black We didn’t say a word, our eyes said it all Then... we parted. I watched her as the tube pulled away leaning against the wall. When she was out of sight, I kicked myself Why didn’t you say something instead of sitting on the shelf I promised at least to say hello But it was two agonising months before I saw her you know Each day I had bought one flower with a hope to give it to her She was...breath taking dressed in black with fur I hesitated and wondered if she would still recognised me I walked slowly closer as she did the same you see We didn’t say a word for what seemed eternity I must have introduced myself during this time I heard her say in the sweetest rhyme The notes of her name on her breath She almost whispered “Please to meet you, I am Elizabeth” ** A poem for elizabeth wesley I hope you like it**