Public transport

Girl in the 4th seat with her book burying her nose

Only looking up to catch sight of a train leaving Eunos
Resting her head on the window to catch the blaring sun
The buzzing and humming, passengers of bus 21

The first to take a seat, watching the others take theirs
Boots, heels, sneakers thumping louder up the stairs

On the top deck, thoughts of love, life, and fate

Never getting tired of the views on 168

People chatting and laughing, it buries beneath

The humming sound that you are obsessed with

Your ears blocked off with your purple earbuds

Fingering, at the top of your ear, your ear studs

An uncapped pen in the pocket, ink dotting your jeans

Watching the people with eyes glued to their screens

"Change at this station for the North East Line,"

And they get up, the workers who started at nine

Being in a train is ten times scarier in a thunderstorm

Books in your bag kept dry beneath your uniform

Eyes, always following the movement of a plane in the sky

Despite the desire for travel never coming nigh