Quiet

It has been a long, quiet journey as she put down her book and stared outside.
She reminisced the time there was hot coffee in front of her everytime she placed her book down,
but now she couldn't care less.
Coffee was never her type.

And while there are still people passing by and making small talks with her,
she told herself to give other people some chance,
enjoy their company,
and never be swayed by them.
She also reminded herself to never start to daydream on things that would never happen.
She knows it won't happen,
but her little heart is always hoping for it.

She felt much more better now,
no more staring at the empty place in front of her,
feeling back to her old self and old space,
this is the feelings that she is used to.
And all I wish for her is,
one day,
maybe tomorrow, sooner or later,
someone would come again to her booth,
offer her another cup of coffee,
and provides her warmth,
and stay with her till the train stops at the next stop.

Jenny~