Since Monday,
I’ve seen you every day on the train,
five days consecutively.
You’re da best part of my breakfast,
a second helping I want desperately.
Because of you, this weekly MetroCard
is good money well spent.
Captivating me with your style,
but your textbooks say intelligent.
Tuesday,
I loved the pinks snow boots
that you wore in the storm.
I felt you waited for me,
standing on my side of the platform.
You look, I look away. I look, you look away,
another eye contact battle.
I’m confident as they get but with you,
bashfulness is my personal chattel.
Wednesday,
I noticed your reflection looking at me,
through the window glare.
I worked really hard to look this way, shorty,
So I understand why you have to stare.
Hold on to that pole, ma,
your balance you must maintain.
Don’t fall hard for me like the others.
Love’s equilibrium they couldn’t sustain.
Thursday
I’ve seen that face before,
my presence got you compromised.
I should ask you for your number,
but goddamn, these butterflies!
Friday
You gave me that opening,
sitting close by, sipping on hot tea.
But my self-esteem is a problem,
we always have to disagree.
But would you believe me if I told you,
I fell in love with you on the subway?
Nah! that sounds crazy.
I’ll just wait to see you next Monday.
The backstory to this post
It’s pretty self-explanatory. This cute Jamaican girl was stalking me on the train.
She was baaaad. Like, I would’ve taken her last name bad.
But nothing ever happened because I was too afraid of rejection.
I like to think that this goddess and I have children
tearing up tracks at the Olympics somewhere in the Multiverse.
She also inspired a song/short story I recorded.
It was about a guy meeting a girl on the train,
and she ends up being a ghost. 😮