February
He voiced, “I can explain,“
“No need,” the woman said
Her finger went to hush his lips
Tears close to being shed
Through her eyes she saw her past
A long-time love so newly lost
She forced a breath and sadly smiled
Her heart sank in great exhaust
As she turned to leave he grabbed her arm
“So this is it? We’re over now?”
Looking back she simply replied
“I’ll get over you, somehow”
His hand let go, she turned her back
Within the room were now two bleeding hearts
She lifted her chin and walked out the door
This is where the story’s end starts
April
Her foot tapped a nervous rhythm
As she waited for the train
The crowd began to thicken
Despite stormy weather and threat of rain
Bored with her book, the woman closed it
Looking up and to her right
That’s when she froze in her seat
Something unexpected caught her sight
Stormy blue eyes looked back from several lengths away
This fellow traveler had caught her gaze
The woman turned her head
She felt flushed and in a daze
She ran her hand nervously through her hair
A shy smile emerged upon her lips
And yet her brow furrowed deep in thought
Was she ready for relationships?
Shaking her head she brushed off the thought
While the train came to a stop
She rose, book still in her lap
He watched the pages drop
The crowd swarmed around her, but the woman stared ahead
Ignoring surrounding couples and long-lost friends
The man bent to pick up her fallen book
This is where the story’s start ends
