The clanking of the railway tracks warns pedestrians to stand at bay.
The girl wearing black chiffon dress with a green track jacket
stood close, gleaming at a train as it swooshes past us.
She stares intently like she could recognize something others couldn’t discern.
The sky billows above us,
threatening to downpour the heavens.
I needed to be en route to Beaumont
before the rain began.
My guess is, so does everybody else.
All heads turned south to the direction of the train,
she remained still,
like there was a magic mirror man
in front of her.
30 minutes will pass before the tracks brighten up in
perhaps our train is drawing closer,
but then again, it could be lightening.
The train stops and all of us force our way into the carriage
I feel a drizzle down my arm.
The doors close and the rain grows heavy.
I see a lonely figure outside
Maybe I was wrong
and her marble eyes
wasn’t glimmering at me
like she was reaching through the darkness,
into my soul.
I gasp for air
as I catch a wisp of a fragrance
that takes me back to a time of lonely nights,
and even lonelier days.
The train leaves the platform
as purple rain trickles down her chin.