Early Train

I see her every morning on the early shuttle train

A face that’s so familiar but I still don’t know her name

I can’t remember when it was that I first noticed her

But suddenly it registered that she was always there


Some days like all the others she has deadened daybreak eyes

But other times they light up like a beautiful sunrise

I wonder when I see her what it’s like to live her life

And sometimes, is she single or yet someone else’s wife


I don’t think she observes me when I steal a sneaky look

She seems to be oblivious and lost inside her book

And when I weave a fantasy that we become a pair

It doesn’t really matter that she doesn’t know I’m there


Then walking down the platform when we reach our journey’s end

I hope that if she saw me that she won’t misapprehend

For each of us remains within the bubble we create

And move on autopilot so we never deviate


Then riding home each evening I regret that she’s not there

And idly I consider if tomorrow I will dare

To have a conversation when I see her once again

When riding in the morning on the early shuttle train

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◄ Please, No More Tears

A Bee Meanders ►


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Fred Varden

Thu 9th Nov 2017 23:55

Cracking poem Trev, triffic as Del Boy Trotter used to say. Cheers

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keith jeffries

Mon 6th Nov 2017 18:16

Trevor, Well done. So many of us are able to relate to this type of situation yet you have articulated it with real expertise. Thank you. Keith

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Trevor Alexander

Fri 3rd Nov 2017 22:47

Thanks guys. 👍

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John Coopey

Fri 3rd Nov 2017 17:54

I liked this one too, Trev. Felt the rhythm of the train. We've all experienced such "transports of delight". Trains do it for me too, more than any other conveyance.

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Trevor Alexander

Fri 3rd Nov 2017 13:59

Wow - thanks for that Jacob. I wrote this for a poetry group, with a loose prompt of jobs/employment. It occurred to me that the commute was a part of that, and it sort of spiralled from there. And yes, I suppose it is a bit depressing.


Fri 3rd Nov 2017 13:09

I really enjoyed this poem. I can't help but feel like there are many guys (including me) who go through this exact situation where they wonder about the life of the woman passing by. Whether it be on a shuttle train, at work, or even school, there always seems to be someone who you can't help but find interest in. You wonder how their life would be with them, and you eventually start to grow an attraction for them. I feel as though this is a prime example of such event occurring. In the beginning, one can notice them either from sheer coincidence or from changes in their characteristics just like you noticed the subtle difference in her face from a day to day basis. She peeks your curiosity, and then you start to take glances when she doesn't notice. Near the middle of the poem, or in other words this phase of this situation, it is apparent that you've become attracted, and you start to care. You start to wonder what their daily lives consist of, and you then start to imagine your lives with them. Then it is clear. There is nothing between the two of you, and you can only help but feel despair and long for the possibilities that could've been after realizing that such a relationship is impractical and highly unlikely. It's a depressing and unpleasant story that I feel many of us go through. Thank you for sharing your experience.

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Trevor Alexander

Fri 3rd Nov 2017 12:50

Cheers Colin.

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Colin Hill

Fri 3rd Nov 2017 12:26

Hello Trevor, good to see you posting. I enjoyed this very much. All the best, Colin.

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