Reflections on a Train

I gaze out the window.
A little rubber circle reminds me of a smiley face.
Smiling back at me.- one part of those lines, on the train platform.
Oh my God!
A hundred thousand smiley faces, smiling at me.
I feel happy! Its going to be a good day!

He sits, head resting on his reflection,
unaware of what his reflection is thinking.
But tapped deep into his subconscious!
‘When will he turn to look to look at me?’
I’m just a reflection, with no feelings of my own!
I smile when you are smiling,
and feel sad when you are let down.
I’m your closest friend!
So lean your head against my crown.
I’m not your shadow, that lies hidden from the light!
Some dark past experience.
The outline of which is a bit like me!
I gaze back at you, with the same look that you give to me.
Love me, I will love you back.
Hate me! I can barely look at you, as you barely look at me!
I’m not a photo or another past image.
Ever new, I’m a bit like you!

Her voice, sweet and caring,
carried through the length of the carriage.
Her soft voice, permiating my being.
And yet she only talks to the older gentleman.
The one she sits opposite, everyday on the train.
Baring yesterday, as he was of sick.
But today he has braved the cold!
And why wouldn’t he, if only for the trip into the city,
to talk to and listen to his young friend.
The sounds of her voice, interrupted by a young woman,
shirt partially open, boarding the train.
And a man, holding a toasted sandwich.
‘Is he going to eat that, or is that his lunch,
that he couldn’t be bothered to wrap!’
The young lady’s legs, catching my peripheral vision.
What would happen, if I was to touch, or place my hand upon her thy?
A passionate embrace, followed by uncontrollable kissing! -
I suspect not!
And why put her, and myself through such pain,
to tell her, “I’m already married”!
So the train journey continues.
The man eating his toasted sandwich,
reading the morning news.
The sweet voice continuing to converse, laugh,
admonish, joke, and enjoy her conversation, with her friend.
“Richmond station, change here for Frankston, Dandenong and Cranbourne lines.”
My journey almost complete!

Reflections on a Train

Peter Shanahan

Boronia, Australia

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A collection of thoughts, apon a train! The mind wanders then a thought apears. Hey thats funny, eluminating, interesting. I’m rapped up in my own thoughts and illussionary disires.

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