XVI (An attempt at free verse)

 XVI

The kid enters the train
And looks for an empty
compartment
He finds one occupied
Save for a withered old man

Each at his seat,
Their gazes meet.
They stare at
Each other like
Mirrors
Each
Belonging
to a different
Time.

I wonder what
The old man
Sees:
A past
faded and forgotten?
Or an inevitable
future?

Does the window open to
Memories
lived care-free
Or a state of mind
Addled by oddities?

The kid sees wrinkles,
A future he's certain
Is strange and not his
He will remain young
He commits