To a stranger on the train.

I watched you talking with your friends,
You threw back you head and laughed-
Didn’t even turn your head to face mine.

You were so pretty in your red coat,
I knew that you were mocking me,
I turned my head in disgust.

I turned my music up, just to hide your voice,
Like turning my collar against the wind,
Though half as nice.

Your cruelty cut through me,
The fact you did not feel me,
The way you heartlessly did not care.

It was all too much and I left at the next station.
You did not even notice.


About Maitiu

I am a collection of aspects. A father, a husband, an uncle, a son, a teacher, an aspiring writer, an amateur photographer, a poor guitar player, a slightly better singer... Online however I am a 365er looking to find out what people make of my personal poetic musings and my photographs. Drop a penny in an old man's hat and let me know what you think... (Leave a comment!)
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3 Responses to To a stranger on the train.

  1. Babs Bradley says:

    Well written, it shows how self obsessed we are. Why do we always think others are talking about us?

  2. Pingback: To A Stranger on the Train 2 | maitiubrallaghan

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