Poem: Tram Stop

The glimpse that stays with us, the reminder of all those lives we don't know.

Tram Stop

She waved to a friend on the tram
this stranger past my window
and set off with a bold stride
Chin held high and a smile
that came from secrets deep inside
The aura of that smile
if I believed in auras
and could see them,
would have wrapped her in light

Nothing special to see lovers on the street
their eyes and arms
wrapped in one another
But this was different
and transferred direct to me
this stranger’s love of a friend
And while two may make me glance and smile
this singularly disconnected love
made my whole week warm
Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
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