Train

Our eyes met

over 

and over

and over

again.

Ocassionally our glances interrupted by a body or two

blocking our sight.

We were

exchanging shy smiles

out of politeness.

Who saw who first?

I have no idea.

And when he walked off the train

he shot me 

a brave grin 

that said

you're beautiful and I noticed

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