The sound of the rail. Mind the gap.
Faces coming and going on the tube map.
We travel that road so many times,
My laughter so loud to cover the signs.
I wish I would find the courage in me
To make you notice when I bump your knee,
To let my fingers linger in your hair,
And not make up reasons to seem I don’t care.
I want to put my palm on your cheek,
Turn you so you hold my gaze when we speak,
And dare lean forward, licking my lips,
Just in case you’ll let me leave our scripts.
You won’t. I know that. Makes me terrified.
So I stay a coward and I hide.
I can’t do it, put myself on that line
But I can wish, only wish, that you were mine.