The Girl On the Train

I see these faces daily, these strangers who have no idea what my name is or what I do. Yet, I feel like I know them. Faces of people going about their lives, but their eyes always glide over me. No, they look through me until you.

I'm the girl that people give a thousand different names with many other stories. Was Katie on her way to a big audition? Was I Samantha on her way to visit her sick mother? Or Greta, scorned by a lover. Who knows? But maybe I'll tell you my real story today. Who knows.