The man across from me 
sits with a thick stack of papers 
With a silent sigh 
An upheaval of shoulders 
He slowly lowers his head down 
Like a feather floating to the ground 
His forehead rests on the stack 

My heart goes out to this man 
Looking at all the work he has in front of him 
Feeling as if its an iron wall that can never be broken down 

Later, 

The elderly grandfather across from me 
Sits with two books 
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
and 
Chinese to English Dictionary 
He holds his head inches away from the book 
Occasionally, he will refer to the dictionary
Once clear he pushes the dictionary away and brings back Huck

My heart goes out to this man 
A brain where two languages fight for comprehension
A civil war raging and neither side understanding the other

Finally, 

The girl across from me 
Sits with a frown 
The weight of the world 
Pulls on her body 
She cannot keep her eyes open 
She cannot undo her frown 

I know this girl  

The mirror in front of me 
Sits 
With myself in the reflection