The girl on the train was silent.
Made nothing but breathes.
The girl on the train gazed inward.
Towards her inner thoughts.
Everyday the girl was seated.
Upon the busy trains.
She caught for a passing time,
Maybe even days.
I saw her every week, day upon day.
Always gazing inward or out the blazing train.
Always at a window, every single day.
Silent with her seating,
loud with her thoughts.
Wild dark hair, captures all that looks.
Pale skin, reflected upon the dribbling windows.
Droplets falling like her tears.
Upon the busy train she sits, with all ears.
I walked upon her one last Monday.
Asked if she was alright.
Shocked her face was a song.
Her eyes dead sharp for the delicate.
She shook her head without ease.
Tears welled in her eyes as the train pulled to a stop.
'Please, I can't go to work again. I need to run away.'
She stood up in her seat, clothes hanging low.
A ding ran through speakers.
She walked to the platform and exited the train.
I followed the girl along empty streets.
She stopped and stood outside, a building.
Scrawled across the name written in big letters 'DAMES'.
Twenty dollars an hour.
She stood, resisting to enter.
I walked to beside her.
She didn't even flinch, the girl on the train stood without memories.
She had to work to keep living.
I took the girl on the trains hand and lead her home.
Towards the train.
