Who knew that poplar station was directly opposite you?
Certainly not I.
But twice a day, I'm reminded that it is.

The further I try to get away from you,
The closer they push me to you.
The impulse to jump off the train and...
And what?
I don't know...catch a glimpse of you?

Your weird eccentricities amidst the white shirts you wear every day,
Your fluffy black coat that you so proudly display,
Your smile,
That twinkle in your eyes,                       
The scrunched up nose as you giggle to yourself;
that naughty thought, yes, you had it again!                                           

So, twice a day I'm stuck.
Opposite you.
So close, yet so far.

© Amy Serafina