Smiling on the train

Black outside the glass
As if teardrops
Fall down
Down
Down
The cold panes

In wild fall refrains
As I sit here
On the train

But instead of sadness
Where I’d usually descend
I find myself
Smiling at my own
Reflection

Because this smile
Brings me the miles
Back to you

And the warmth
Of your eyes
Where your own smile
Creeps
From edges of lips

Before it slips
Across cheeks
Into the beautiful seas
Of your eyes

And sparkles there
Before it shoots
Back at me

Until I can’t
Possible help
But smile back