So, I said a while ago that I don’t write poetry.
That’s not quite true.
Some people like poetry… Lizzi, Jess, Hasty, others…. here… here’a a bit of poetry for you. I’ll be sharing more as I continue this amalgam of my work.
this is the way her world ends... eyes cast downward his turning away in pain and the crowd of people pushing them together is all that holds them close and the sway of the train moves their bodies together and in the proximity, she longs to kiss him -- that a sudden lurch might mash their lips to gether -- a kiss of consolation a kiss of absolution but he turns his head away and whispers something cruel in her ear and the tears are there though her eyes are dry this is the way her world ends: with a silent whimper on a crowded train