The other side

In the window, I see this girl;

I know her, here, she looks at me.

Through her image, I see the world

That stretches far, all around me.

I see the lights in the night sky,

The city's stars along the streets.

The shops, the cars, the passerby,

Under my eyes the city lit.

Then in the coach, people comes in,

Comes out, repeat as infinite.

The lights are crude, make all shining,

Reveal an image dissonant.

I can see them through the window,

They don’t smile, they look down, they frown.

Fixing their phones like it’s a law,

It was a long day in the town.