strangers on a train

on the train and everyone is looking at phones or listening to earbuds except the seat in front of me an open book splayed somewhere in the middle i read flashes at a time plunged into depths without context buildings and then neighborhoods and then cities pass the windows you cut me off mid sentence and flip the page or i linger and watch the view until you finish the page i could tell you i know its you i could tell you im watching you from above but that is not today today we are strangers on a train