Strangers on the tube to:

An old man sitting alone at a fast food restaurant.The top she wears with a finger sized hole at the shoulder. The scar just under his right eyebrow.

Stumbling, Searching

His cigarette smoke,exhlaed over the balcony. Wiggling her bum,hitting the bathroom door with a closed fist. Cupcake wrappers squished and strewn, never quite reaching the bin.

Looking, Liking

A piece of broken mirror, forgotten under the bed. Flyaway hair scuttles along the floor, she chews her lip with an absent mind. He winks at sunshine.

Nearby, Nearly.

Fingertips run up and down her back. A smile aimed at his eyes. A bowl of cereal with two spoons left unwashed. Blankets hiding them under the table.

Lovely.Love.