Man on the Train


On his way to work while everyone was on their way home, the man drinking coffee with a pound cake wrapped in cellophane. Head covered with a beanie and backpack on, he gripped his coffee as he looked up and our eyes met. I offered a smile as he brought his lips to the white plastic lid. His tired eyes crinkled in the corners as he returned a smile bringing the cup down. As the train stop he smiled and shuffled off. So many untold secrets and sorrows behind those eyes that I’ll never know.


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