Underground Readings

I saw her at the underground station. She didn't see me, just as she didn't see the rest of the world. I kept looking at her. She was a young, beautiful woman, looking at my direction in her pitch-dark world. Her brown waivy hair fluttered in the air as the train was fading away from her. Inside the train, I continuted to look at her. While vanishing in the dark, I was so sure she saw if not me, my feelings.