She

She was on the 8:04 train, got on at Syosset, and sat across from me.
She had medium length, straight, mousey brown hair and a Cindy Crawford mole.
She was dressed for winter but was clearly in need of summer.
She wore an engagement ring and read Hemingway.
She had on an unnecessary amount of eye liner but no other makeup.
She never smiled.
She will always be a stranger to me.