Westward, together

by thoughtsgather

He crouched on the floor of the packed subway train

8 00 am, I was work bound

I watched him. I questioned his reason why he was with all of us on that train.

We have learned-us and them

But what is this us and this them?

My leather purse in lap, iPod in ear

His clothes tattered, hair unkempt and face unshaven

My clothes carefully chosen, hair brushed, make up on

His hands covered his eyes, with the occasional glance outwards

He was traveling westward, as was I.

He mumbled words and peaked under his fingers

I wondered of his life. Grossly curious

I felt pity and then compassion

He and I

We both travelled westwards