I finished one pack of crisps,
Thought about opening the other packet,
Which settled at the bottom of my bag,
Beside a Chinese language textbook,
On top of pens and pencils.
I chose not to,
But instead delayed the nothingness,
By flicking through playlists and songs,
Until the train arrived.
I see a girl run past, fast,
Through the door before we move off,
I step in behind her,
While she turns to face me.
Her hair was deceiving,
Not straight anymore,
Now curled and voluminous,
Disguised in a Pink jacket,
One colour I’d never seen her wear.
Her breath pauses and her eyes lock on mine,
My heart does a little tumble,
Instinct smiles at her,
And I quickly run away,
From an opportunity to talk,
To the one I hurt an age ago.