I see her every morning on the early shuttle train

A face that’s so familiar but I still don’t know her name

I can’t remember when it was that I first noticed her

But suddenly it registered that she was always there

 

Some days like all the others she has deadened daybreak eyes

But other times they light up like a beautiful sunrise

I wonder when I see her what it’s like to live her life

And sometimes, is she single or yet someone else’s wife

 

I don’t think she observes me when I steal a sneaky look

She seems to be oblivious and lost inside her book

And when I weave a fantasy that we become a pair

It doesn’t really matter that she doesn’t know I’m there

 

Then walking down the platform when we reach our journey’s end

I hope that if she saw me that she won’t misapprehend

For each of us remains within the bubble we create

And move on autopilot so we never deviate

 

Then riding home each evening I regret that she’s not there

And idly I consider if tomorrow I will dare

To have a conversation when I see her once again

When riding in the morning on the early shuttle train