she stood aloof watching the barrage
her lowered eyes hiding the glaze
the september sun toyed with her hair
the platform abuzz with all the crowd
nameless faces and bustling bodies
trains that came and went and carried along
lives & song and destinies all at once
he stood solid, sipping his tea
his mind alive with all that could be
his face a mask of urbane sanity
the scent of jasmine drew him in
as did her silhouette in chiffon
one look at her was all it took
to reign in thoughts of september, 2002
she boarded a train bound for west
he watched from afar, strangely bereft
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