A book
Eyes closed
Headphones loud
Hand in a plastic bag
For some reason secretly hiding crisps
On your phone
(Is there reception?)
Maybe playing games
Do you know I watch you all?
Do you know I share your tube?
A bucket
Catching drips
The station crumbling
Dawdling throngs
A pram stopped
Conscious of blockage but compelled
Stilletto stuck
(Did it break?)
Run up the escalator
Do you know I feel it all?
Do you know I share your escape?
On iPad
Another book
More eyes closed
Propped at the bar
Ditcher in hand
Safe in the knowledge your lift awaits
(Does she know?)
Train pulls in
Do you know I run with you?
Do you know we will all soon be home?
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