The following is dedicated to the anonymous fellow traveller I shared a journey with this morning. I gave her a tissue, she gave me the hope that one can wake again.
Silent and sad
She stares at her phone
Arm holding tight
Surrounded, alone
Holding back tears
The strain in her eyes
Reading his claims
Of nonsense, all lies
The emptyness builds
An impossible strain
Trapped in her mire
In this underground train
Her eyes close lightly
Shut out the world
As a memory glows
A smile is unfurled
With elegant grace
She regains her calm
A tissue received
No hint of alarm
The moment abates
As she leaves the train
Shining eyes charged
Budding hope again
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