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By chance,
we met on a train.
A massive lady
was resting
most of her weight
on my smallest toe.
The scruffily bearded man
from the corner
shot a yellow-toothed grin
my way,
and the blast of dirty cigarettes,
and regurgitated alcohol
assailed my nostrils.
I discreetly turned away,
and glanced
at the assaulted toe instead.
You
were smirking impishly;
those thoughtful, dark eyes
fixated
on the passing scenes
of life,
the secret world
of every day;
mesmerized,
not by my beauty,
not by the perfection
of our surroundings,
only by the unfolding
of another Tuesday morning.

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