I Nearly Said Hello

She was in my carriage Lost in her magazine, An angel, she sat there, As a vision in a dream. I wondered, should I smile at her, Could I tempt her with my charms, I imagined we would hit it off, She would soon be in my arms. I thought, is this destiny For I was running late, I'd seen it in the movies, That fickle hand of fate. The announcement from the tannoy Named the coming station, She folded up her magazine She'd reached her destination. As she got up to leave I nearly said hello, Then I watched her on the platform, As the train began to go... Entry for Verse a Favoured form,any theme Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand. 5/7/2019.