I wait for a train

At a station far from home

But I forget where I’m going

Because I’m staring at a girl who dances. 

Her form is off

Her steps 

off 

sequence

Yet she’s so unafraid 

of being watched

That I’m the one

Shaking 

and 

nervous

I want to tell her she’s amazing

That she danced her way 

into my heart that night

But I don’t. 

I don’t want to be imposing. 

I don’t want to interfere.

And because of it, 

She’s just a girl at the train station