Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sitting in the train station after the crowds are gone. Late. Dancing with the casual predators.
The brief eye contact. I see you. I see you.
Come at me, and I just might take you first.
Sometimes the loneliness sticks like a second skin. Especially after the wine and my performance and the forced laughs. The people I'm often with are a crowd of footprints right past me.
I'm not sure I even want to be seen here anymore.
Perhaps it's better that way. Tonight, the train may be full of people like me.
I'll close my eyes as the stations freeze in the window.
Let me pretend.
It's better that way.