I had hoped to catch the 2pm train
but there it was on the other side
while I stood still waiting on the lights.
She pretended like we waited for the same thing
and if you’re wondering then yes I was fooled.
It was getting warmer so I unbuttoned my jacket
as she wrapped her hair
into a bun the same shade of wine
that I’d planned to dye mine in April.
Her skin was a soft pampered tan
her jacket grey and long
brown leather bag in the right hand’s grip
aviator sunshades dangling from the other.
She smiled into the distance
a knowing dream-like smile
with a smirk so subtle
you are free to accuse me of making up.
She walked to the middle of the road smiling
then ran across the other half still smiling
right as the northbound train sped off
with her head briefly in its way.
In the twinkle of an eye they kissed quite fiercely
Body parts were lacerated
they burst out in directions unprecedented.
The train sped along like nothing happened
though it sported blood spatters.
The street lights changed and I crossed,
dazed, and moping at those wine-coloured locks
now bloodied and winding across her mangled remains.
She lay still; still smiling that dream-like smile.
I had to wonder if things might have been different
had I told her that colour looked good on her;
maybe she’d have put on those sun shades
and strutted across the street;
male and female alike covertly stealing a stare
at the sensual mystery in the flowing grey.
Or maybe she’d still have me fooled;
maybe she’d smile at my compliment,
and make polite conversation
then run into the train.
Now that would be quite messed up.