Human haze,
Tube packed,
Commuter daze,
Spaces stacked,
Rumbling progress
Grumbling mass
Station after station
Rolling past
Then stop.
Doors open
Shining light
Smiles abound
Like day from night
A swish of hair
A quiet look
She enters
Ground shook
Corner rail
My hand by hers
Raging thoughts
Love whispers
Phone immersed
Hidden eyes
My waking dream
Tube surprise.
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