From the other side
He snaps her with his eyes, framed
by the train window as she leans towards
his blown kiss, but doesn’t catch it.
Out of sight, the bow at the nape
of her neck where he left his unvoiced wish.
Behind glittering glass, the rose curve
of her lips shaping words he’ll never hear.
He raises his hand in a gesture
of half-hope. It hovers like a lone butterfly,
missing its mirrored fluttering.