Delayed on the Northern Line

The air sticks to me like you stuck to my soul,

Uncomfortable lingering with a stifling hot presence.

A man taps his foot opposite me,

He exudes the same antagonising ego.

A couple hold eachother with compassion,

A sense of care I thought you had. 

We wait for the tube but time never waits, 

Mixed signals on the line only delay my life.

Rhythm slowly dissipates, 

Not just the one ringing in my ears, 

Last time I sat on this line, 

There was no delay here.

A Lady looks me in the eyes, 

I smile, not a sneer,

But she looks away, almost sighs, 

If that was you I'd have formed a tear. 

I ponder, was it me,

Was I wrong to even care? 

Then I remember that it was me who was pleasant, which for others can be rare. 

A reaction to delays on the line are out of my control, 

But I will learn that next time there are signal failures, I will take another route, not sit still in my journey.