Metro

By Vindt    Vindt

It's 4:00AM.
I'm sitting on the Metro.
The only seats occupied are of an old man asleep and a mother and child.
I forget where I was going: somewhere new.
Every second is an hour and the yellow lights flicker.
The train stops, the doors open, the doors close.
The train stops, the doors open, the doors close.
The train stops, the doors open, you enter, the doors close.
You are beautiful like something from the sky.
You look around and catch me staring.
You stare back and smile.
My heart had been killed by three before your smile brought it back to life.
Too many unoccupied seats and you sat next to me.
Next to me.

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