You boarded the train and posted up like you were at home reading on your fainting couch, pink shoes and all. We didn't share a moment as we were both in our own worlds reading, but we did sneak glimpses of the city as the car rode over the bridge, being careful not to seem too interested and look like tourists. You got off at union station, for which I pity you, but then again, I was headed to work in midtown -- not all that much better.
Maybe I'll see you again.
