The cold morning breeze made us vulnerable
, I suppose. Waiting, always waiting
for the seven-thirty train, even after eight. I was supposed to be at work, not here; I had a meeting
in thirty minutes. Maybe some conversation could pass the time,
I stumbled over my words: "You remind
me of someone"
...someone I used
my brain added, automatically. Did I say that out loud? She looked at me inquisitively
"You remind me of someone I used to know." A firm save, the conversation had to follow. And there we sat, me spinning a tale from what was supposed to be a little conversation starter; her attentively listening aside me, asking about that girl who checked her watch with the same firm intent as her. A girl who flipped her hair back with the same casual, un-intended grace, passively smiling and focusing on something other than the minor catastrophe at hand. A girl that never could be.
The train never did come that day, we went for coffee and cigarettes; I never called her back, a relationship could never be based on so insignificant a lie.