AS IF SHARING A SECRET

I saw a woman on the train
Lost to the world and smiling to herself,
And fondly fondling the lapels of her coat...

Oh, I felt guilty of eavesdropping,
And intruding upon her privacy,
Yet I was drawn to her
By that look on her face,
And saw in her my own reflection,
Remembering that sweet moment
When I was returning after meeting him,
Remembering his touch and his whispers,
Remembering the smell of his sweat-...

Just then her and mine eyes met,
And after a pause
We smiled at each other,
As if sharing a secret.
         

           -Portia Burton