Missed Connection #4,131
To the girl in the brown jacket and brown boots on the Piccadilly line,
I wish that you had smiled.
To the girl in the brown jacket and brown boots on the Piccadilly line who got on at Heathrow and sat directly across from me even though the entire car was empty,
I wish that you had smiled.
To the girl in the brown jacket and brown boots on the Piccadilly line who got on at Heathrow and sat directly across from me even though the entire car was empty and who spent the majority of the ride staring at her phone but occasionally glanced at me when she thought I wasn’t looking,
I wish that you had smiled.
To the girl in the brown jacket and brown boots on the Piccadilly line who got on at Heathrow and sat directly across from me even though the entire car was empty, who spent the majority of the ride staring at her phone but occasionally glanced at me when she thought I wasn’t looking and who tapped my on my knee to tell me that I had dropped my pen,
I wish that you had smiled.
If you had smiled, you’d be much more than simply
the girl in the brown jacket and brown boots on the Piccadilly line who got on at Heathrow and sat directly across from me even though the entire car was empty, who spent the majority of the ride staring at her phone but occasionally glanced at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, who tapped my on my knee to tell me that I had dropped my pen
and who rushed off the train before I had the chance to say thank you.