Friday
End of the week
The weekend awaits
Friends, dinner, a movie
Laughter, discussion, playfulness
A vehement difference of opinion
Politically incorrect
As it should be
Chores, errands, shopping.
Sex.
Comfortable, comforting, safe.
Warm, enveloping.
Vanilla
Ugghhh
But, now
Friday 8 a.m.
The train arrives, packed as usual.
God ! He rolls his eyes. Brown eyes.
Hell in a tin tube.
And an hour of hell, at that.
Either hurtling along, or stood completely still
No in between
Towards hell in a concrete box
Much like his life.
A blue seat
Not comfortable, but.
A seat, none the less.
A black leather briefcase
A gift, memories
A different kind of black leather
Hmmmm
Not at all vanilla
Brown eyes sighs, deeply
Unpacks the contents of the briefcase on to the small table.
Others watch
What ? It's work
You don't work ?
Tablet, notepad, pens, phone, earphones, coffee.
Brown eyes explore the hell tube.
Suits, ties, men, women.
No kids
A furrowed brow, a twisted lip,
No tears.
Not here, not now.
Another sigh, deeper
A hearts pain, a souls grief.
Such is life, he assumes.
His life.
Wait, though
Diagonally across the way.
Another pair of brown eyes
Dark brown eyes
Chocolate eyes.
Similarities, he notices.
Same colour skin
Same hair, almost.
Chocolate eyes, a fro,
His own, in twists.
A full mouth, sumptuous, defined
Plump,
YOU ARE READING
THE EYES HAVE IT
FanficLove. Love Lost. When Life Falls Apart, Where Do You Go ? To Hell In A Tin Tube. With Karma Along For The Ride.
