Subway

'I get on the subway and take a seat.
Legs crossed, I take out my book and start to read.
As I turn the page, I peak over my book to see a girl,
a pretty girl, no less, with her soft brown hair gently resting upon her shoulders
and her eyes perfectly accentuated by a subtle yet mastferul use of a dark eyeliner.
I cannot help but stare, and allow my eyes to linger a bit longer than appropriable.
She notices this, and looks at me.
As our eyes meet I smile, and instinctively, she smiles back.
It is at this moment I smirk and slowly shake my head, with an air of disgust.
As I bring up my book to continue where I had left off,
she looks down to quickly inspect herself, noticeably confused.
Noticing nothing wrong or out of the ordinary, she sits in silence,
embarrased and self-conscious, wondering what had just happened.
As she gets off the subway, she takes one last quick glance back at me.
I do not acknowledge her departure as I continue to read.
As the doors close and the subway train heads to its next destination,
I smile to myself.
Riding subways is fun.'
-mh

i love trains