The train

Races down the rail

Our fate, destined

At a station

Strangers file in

Tether to bolted seats

Prisoners of their space

Bobbing heads and touching shoulders

Blank stares, looking at faces

All in one pulsating synchrony

A boxed car of travelers

When eyes meet

Affections glow

As the train continues

Two strangers turn into lovers

One day

Winds of cold reality

Blown through an open door

A shivering chill

Douses the passion flame

Not a word is said

Love disappears

Forever into a station

Leaving a lonely soul

Riding

Amongst the strangers

Tether to a bolted seat

A prisoner of time

Destiny, unknown