6.

i see her on the train again.

she’s sitting diagonally from me, a few seats over.

her hair is pulled up in a loose bun,

a few dark blonde strands out of place.

she’s chewing gum

and reading a book/

her lips are stained with pink.

i noticed the bags under her eyes

but they only make her look

more beautiful,

more distant.

//

that night i dreamt of her.

i dreamt of touching her,

caressing her.

i couldn’t dream of going any further than that.