The Epilogue

We found ourselves under that bridge,

crammed in the corner with our knees bent,

keeping cold.

Graffiti crawled all around us.

I watched you walk the tracks

until you were out of my sight.

I saw a branch with some yellow leaves and sat still.

I'm so sorry.

I had to kiss you when the train went by.

Afterwards,

your cigarette took a stylistic fall from grace-

our firework.

You believed in magic, momentarily.

It was like a light was going off in my head;

A slow red flash.