As I live and breath

i was standing there.. by that wet iron rail
i feel dirty and cold as i wait there for my bus to come in
an nasty old man with a bottle in his hand
brushes against me as he passes
looking back with a grin on his face
i turn the other way and consentrate
looking past an ice covered cement block
i see a form comming closer toward the station
i look into the familiar face as she walks
and i remember everything the day i met her
i told her my name and she told me hers
and she talked to me
telling me about how she noticed me before
at the place i worked, she saw me
she said she had to leave now and said good bye
i asked her if i will ever see her again
she said ‘as i live and breath’

~Shy~ 1