One Stop Smile

Her name? Not a clue. Nor knows she mine. Most days she boards the fourth car on the subway train at 5:55am, one stop before I leave to transfer at Metro Center. We nod at one another, sometimes wink, rarely say "g'day". Occasionally she sits silently next to me. Her bangs hang asymmetric, Veronica Lake peek-a-boo over one eye. Not a "single-serving friend", since we've been exchanging glances for months now. Neat to have somebody to look for, a brief conjunction, ships passing in the night, momentary synchronicity. When she's not there, I wonder. When I'm not, I wonder if she wonders.

^z - 2012-06-13