The Metro

I’m alone
sitting with my broken glass

My headphones blared
I leaned my head back against the wall.
And I could care less about the world around me.
I just wanted to go home.

I was on a Paris Train

I was in a foreign place, literally
Without a penny to my name
And this ticket was to take me straight home.
That was the plan anyway

And you were waiting there

My eyes caught sight of this girl
She was just standing there, staring
Every minute that passed she seemed to move closer
What did she want from me?

I was hoping you might change your mind

The screech of metal brakes caught my attention
My ride was here; time to get out of the God forsaken place
The doors slid open and I went to step in
Until I felt a tug on my wrist

I was smiling when you took my hand

Brown eyes begged me to stay
With lush lips that parted and spoke silent words
The doors shut on me
And my chance was gone

I remember searching for the perfect words

I slipped the headphones off
Music blaring the same sad song
A smile danced upon her face
As she dragged me up the stairs

I emerged in London rain

Just my luck, I became soaking wet
But she doesn’t seem to notice
Her hand still a hold of mine
And we walked along the empty streets

Saw the moon
And we spoke in France

Her eyes glistened in the moon light
Her voice filled the air but I couldn’t make out a single word
They were as foreign to me as this place
Did she not understand?

You were passed the shallow words
Years have passed and still the hurt

Why was I here? And what did she want
I grabbed her arms pulling her close
I wanted answers
And our lips touched

I can see you now
Smiling as I pull away
Sorry…

My heart was pumping as fast as my feet were
I needed out of here
The words screaming into my ears
And the sound of screeching metal brought me back

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand

Sitting straight up in my seat
Jerked from the nightmare and back into hell
The ride home would be a long one
And the paper still in my hand

“I’ll love you always” filled my eyes

Memories pieced themselves back together
Followed by the same emotions I ran from
The man across from me shifted uneasily
Could he feel it too?

I remember a feeling coming over me
Then the soldier turned and walked away.

He rose from his spot in search of another
I wasn’t a threat to anyone but myself
Crumbling the paper in my hand
I rid myself of it

Fuck you for loving me

Alone I sat
Listening to the same song on repeat
Words like this never struck me so hard
But I could care less…

Riding on the Metro