Roads untaken

He was an open book; She was illiterate.

She coloured his world; he was colour blind

Sitting across the platform from each other 

The pull too strong to ignore 

Opposite attracts right, 

Right?, 

Right!

Stealing glances, seeking confirmation 

Hiding smiles 

Air heavy with anticipation

For a while, neither dared to move,

Tick tock

Whistles sound in the distance 

Tick tock

She takes the train

And with it, an almost, almost love.

 @Sue.Ketter