I stood on the platform thinking
about the film, ‘sliding doors’
Having missed my train
What else might I have missed?
A handsome stranger with green eyes
Smiling at me
Before the train reaches its destination
Had he asked for my number?
Not likely, I’d be squashed
between two sweaty oiks
Finally reaching work, late
I was expecting a black look from the boss
No black looks, my fantasy from the platform
Having stepped in for the day
Stood smiling at me
I hoped by the end of this day
he would ask for my number
I need those emerald eyes to do more
than just smile at me…
©anitadawes
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