Stranger to the world

Looking-I stopped looking when I saw her seated in the middle row of multi-coloured British seats.
Hand made,perfectly different coloured British hard to the bottom seats.
English,British seeks.
Seats,sticky to the touch,to the sound,these English seats. Where many English seats adorn these British seats.
 
Her wheels on us,go round and around.  
Around on our, 230 red as a well needed glass of wine,
upper deck ride,she was.
 
Her eyes devour me. How insignificant I feel.
There is no SURPRISE.
I feel  
The emptiness in her feeble attempt at a smile.
 
But it isn't a smile.
It's a cracked,stored in her icy defined,time just STOPPED
for a while mind,times nine lives cat. Our cat,that died in her plastic arms that wintery afternoon.
The day I left home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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