The Golden Soul Girl
Sometimes, people are destined to meet and influence each others,
Maybe the Golden Soul Girl and I are one such example.
We met again, this time on a crowded train.
Her pearly eyes were red, she looked as if she was dead.
I approached her, she pretended as if everything was normal…
you know, just being formal.
But I knew with the way she talked and about the things she said,
left clues and I had to make a way.
No one mentions oneself as useless and tired 9 times,
in a 6.5 minutes conversation
And as she departed on her station,
my heart was filled with consternation and elation.