She was only on for one stop
But her eyes froze time
Draped in midnight with matching hair,
A thin neck adorned with simple relics
Yet the collarbone showed quiet royalty.
Her hands wrapping around a red rubber band
I cannot tell.
Her eyes were invading,
Searching my face for all its slight distinctions
With intimate care
Taking note to not miss details
Before quickly darting down the rest of the train car when exposed.
Silently waiting, to escape from this moment of intense connection
That would very well crush the bones of the other
the doors open
and her shadow fades
before she does
And her silhouette is all that remains