An experiment with a poem with no verbs

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The man and the woman on the train.
The man with his forehead against the window.

The woman with her eyes, focusless, on the aisle.
Between them, silence.

Outside, the snow on the ground.
The lightness of the few flakes still in the air.

The hint of the brightness of the sun behind the clouds.

The space between the man and the woman on the train.
Just enough space for a child.
But empty.
Sadly empty.
Tragically empty.

Far back from the train, the cemetery.
A plot with just enough space for a child.

The man and the woman on the train.
His arm, outstretched, towards her body.
His open hand absentmindedly upon her belly.
Upon the subtle bulge of new life.

Far forward from the train, the uncertain future.