physics’ laws, a chance
encounter on the five-fifteen —
hissing doors at Knightsbridge
station made him snap his head, while
commuters crammed and thronged, huddled
sheep, amidst a hundred harried faces,
(eyes glued to hand-held devices), a single
face, all fresh and unaffected. Jolted from
a lifetime of somnolence — from far across
the car, a look that lasted long enough —
imaginary shake of hands. The shadow of a
smile. Wiped off with violent tug at
South Kensington station, as doors
slide open with a hiss and shuddered
as it closed. No sooner did they flash
past Earl’s Court, a second glance
deemed necessary — how brazen now
we are. Sans protocol: unwavering the
stare when eyes do lock. Unspoken
words, inaudible the language.
Invisible the hand that cupped
her chin, a dimple in her cheek,
a mole below her ear, a hint
of rouge ascends, pleads
ignorance, but knotted brow.
She senses hesitation, he
missed his stop at Parson’s
Green! Reward him with,
the shadow of a smile.
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