Pretty Mystery Stranger On My Train
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A story I wrote years ago.
Lost in my own little world as usual
Fleeting idle thoughts come and go
I gazing out of the window
I notice the blue and fluffy candy cotton sky
And the sun shines in my eyes
Landscapes live for a moment
As they rush by and die
I can feel the train rock me like a baby in a crib
The train rattles and shakes like a strange lullaby
You never know what life will bring
Foolish to set your expectations a little too high
But today I was a surprise
The first thing I noticed was a wafting sweet perfume
I turned around to see a pretty girl sit down
And played and pulled her hair
Apart from being pretty, she had something
I couldn't explain and all I could think about was her
Not the train she stared out of the window just like me
Gazing into nowhere
Holding a coffee or a tea
She got off at a station miles before me
I watched her walk away with a little dismay
The next day she boarded the train a
Dressed in different clothes again
But the same sweet perfume
Her back facing away from me
But I could see her reflection in the window pain
The same happened again and again
A pretty stranger riding on a train
I wished so much I could talk to her for a while
She didn't even know I existed and I didn't see her smile
The train was always full and I didn't see her for a while
As weeks and months flew by
My heart sank as I thought I'd never see her anymore
I almost forgot her as life covers collected memories
With even more
Just when I thought she'd gone
The train stopped at her station
And a surprise met my eyes
The train was full again apart from a seat next to mine
She politely asked if she could sit there with me
With a warm smile, she took her pew
I was so nervous I didn't know what do
We started talking and suddenly the world disappeared
Just two strangers sitting near
The next day she came and sat right next to me
We'd a connection so rapidly
As we talked and laughed and talked about the things we love to do
Ours were very similar and had the same points of view
Eventually, I asked her out and she said yes
I wanted to make a good impression so I smartly but casually dressed
I'd never see her all dolled up looking like a model or beauty queen, six months Wed. We both made a pledge to love each other till we were dead.
If we hadn't sat next to each other
We wouldn't have met
She was the other half of me that fitted perfectly
I'd never forget that wonderful day we met.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2024
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