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
