Commute

Commute I saw her reflection in the train window on my commute home today Peering, gazing, thinking she can't see my stare A glance towards the glass and I've been caught Quickly pretend to look right through as if the tunnel wall interests me But the cables and the clips cause me to think how they all got there Gangs of workers in the night time A momentary thought I look again but she's gone A stop I don't remember Perhaps she wasn't ever there I continue home, thinking random thoughts Autopilot travel, can't remember how I got here Disembarking walking thinking Home