Furtive glances.

Blank faces share

Blank stares.

The crisp silence sits

Between two commuters.

We pretend we have work to do.

Who has time for cheerful neighbourly banter?

The blob in our ears signals our love for frosty silence.

Your minds wanders--Flits and flicks through touch screen worlds till,

The hustle of the station,

Brings you back to reality;

Where you emerge with a terrible sigh.

Your avatar and you are seemingly out of sync today.

How sad it was! It was only your avatar that had ALL you ever wanted.

Glum and gutted you paid an outstanding bill at the post office.