Remember those conversations
That lodge themselves inside your mind
With cold precision not expected at the time?
They’re with the lady on the train,
The one with pearls and purple coat
Who passed you peanuts in a packet,
Never asked for, but neither was advice.
And somehow ten years on you cannot shake
That thing she said, just slipped between
Some niceties that float away upon the breeze.
But ten years on it’s still right there,
Like a sentence whispered from the gods.