I was trapped in an unusual place, with unusual bedfellows,a land of untrustworthy ghosts and unreliable storytellers,wondering if you would see me,or if you were still insistent on being introspective. You took notes as your glasses wandered down the bridge of your nose,your girlish smile,the one that you’d been wearing for decades,dancing across your face…

I moved back to the city, followed by the girl I never loved,she sewed the night’s stars into her smile,her eyes lit up the dark clatter of the underground’s tunnels,and I was furious, hunted by my own denial,and all that the thought of her did to me.