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