Listen up.
I’m going to tell you all a story.
It all started with the train.
Ended in the rain.
No Once Upon A Time
This story will never end.
I met her on the eight o’clock train.
She asked me for a light.
I handed her a match.
As she struck it, the train stopped.
She fell into my arms.
I held on tight.
Staring into her eyes.
People piled out, others came in.
The train was going south,
But we, we were going up.
Her deep brown eyes were saying help,
She was falling.
Like Alice in her hole.
Her lips parted a smile, I smiled back.
We got off together at the next stop.
It was raining.
Pouring more like it.
She asked me to dance.
I held her hand.
We danced to the music of the rain.
Hours on end.
It felt like Heaven.
Or maybe love.
The rain stopped, a piece of hair fell into her eyes.
I brushed it back, and kissed her lips.
We only spoke a few words, but I was in love.
She was so beautiful.
Then I started to cry.
I had to leave her.
I was sick.
I was dying.
I walked her home, hand in hand.
I kissed her goodbye and walked back to the train.
I closed my heavy eyes.
All I could see was her smile.
All I could hear was her laugh.
I took my last dying breath
and spoke her name.
Elle.
J.B.
