It is not...

To The Lady on the Train,

It is not just in the shapes and colours of your eyes..

It is not just in the tangles and curls of your hair..

It is not just in the lines and curves of you..

It is not just in the sound of your voice and laughter..

It is not just in the strength of your limbs and the softness of your skin..

It is not just in the nape of your neck or the lobe of your ear..

It is not just in the back of your knees, the crook of your elbow, or the small of your back..

It is not just in any of the space that you inhabit..

 

It is within you and stretches far beyond to everyone and every place that you have touched..

It is from the moment of your first breath to the end of all time..

That is where your beauty can be found.

The Man in the Station