I saw you on the red line,
Tussled curls a head above the rest.
A sudden rush of emotion, anxiety,
Nervousness suffocating my chest.
Sweaty palms clenched the railing
Trembling with warranted unrest.
Could it really be you
Half way ‘cross the world?
Or am I but mad
North by northwest?
Peering out from peripheral vision,
Anticipating a sideward glance.
I edged my way closer
Traversing the bustling carriage in a trance.
I stood behind you feeling dizzy,
Doubting if truly ‘twere workings of destiny.
Turning ‘round swiftly and our eyes did meet;
You gave me a stare like a needle,
So blunt yet so sharp it
Sewed several holes right through me.