The Unspoken Rules of Public Transport
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jan 15, 2025
Don't make a call, don't meet my eyes,
Pretend to read, or be world-wise.
The seat between us, sacred ground,
Where not a single word is found.
We sway together, left and right,
A silent ballet in harsh light.
And though we're crushed, and packed in tight,
We grant each other blissful flight.
Pretend to read, or be world-wise.
The seat between us, sacred ground,
Where not a single word is found.
We sway together, left and right,
A silent ballet in harsh light.
And though we're crushed, and packed in tight,
We grant each other blissful flight.