Love on a Train

The express nature of our bodies
the way we sit in a chair,
she leans away from him,
he, square on, leg crossed over the way men do,
holding a parcel in his arm,
which makes his shoulder turn away from her.

She leans on the opposite arm rest,
where before she had been leaning close,
close enough to whisper in his ear,
her hand resting on his arm,
the silver, turquoise ring she wears, catching the light ,
he whispers back, “how could you?”,
in an instant, the light in her eyes diminishes,
replaced by the glint of slow burning anger.

She purses her lips,
determined not to say another word,
silence is heavy in the air,
all the way to Wood Green Station.

© Vanessa Hayat
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Love on a Train

Vanessa  Warren

London, United Kingdom

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