We Were Strangers? (Double Etheree)

[grannyjill]

We
always
caught the train
at the same time
every day. But
Not to-day. Not to-day
Skies were grey I remember
(As was usual, for November)
A fellow commuter said ‘He’s dead.
Suicide.’ This world for him was ended.
Too late now for Earl Grey and sympathy
We had only spoken with our eyes
Exchanged glances, and polite smiles.
I knew nothing of his life
Did he have kids, a wife?
We caught the same train
for years and years.
Unbidden
came real
tears.