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And there I was standing in front of the train station, bought my ticket,
but it was blank with no point of destination. I step outside to wait for
my train to nowhere; the clock read 12 noon…
There she stood to my left, a lady in red with ruby lips. In a blink of an eye,
I find myself in the front cart of the arriving train; the one I am waiting for.
She now stands to my right as the train lowers gears, her view is obstructed
by a wall, and she cannot see the second train arriving from the front of the
one I am in. My heart expecting the worst, my train stops, the second a few
hundred yards back.
The lady in red makes her way towards the arriving train, my train—
with her vision obstructed by the wall her path crosses the upcoming train.
I jump out the cart I am in and run to her as she steps in front of the train,
throw myself at her, we both land on the floor as the train passes-us.
Brakes smoking, a crowd rushes to us, “Are you guys okay,” many say.
Looking at this beauty, her face is the face of every woman I have been with…
she kisses me and says, “You saved my life, Thank You.”
The days to come felt heavenly, we wine and dine, magic and love in the air…
in the park, holding hands, conversations of a future together.
In one of her faces, I saw unborn children in her eyes…
One evening after an outing, we made love under the stars;
we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I did not dream that night!
I awoke in the morning alone, no sign of her being there, but her scent filled the room.
I look at the clock, it reads 11:30am, and I got a train to catch at noon.
I rush to the train station. When I get there if feels like déjà-vu,
buy the ticket but it is blank with no point of destination. I step outside to wait
for my train to nowhere; the clock reads 12noon! There she stood to my left,
a lady in red with ruby lips. I have been here before, surreal…
My train is arriving and I am inside; how could this be? Feeling the worst is yet to come—
the lady in red is in the path of danger as the second train approaches.
Her view obstructed by a wall, before my train stops I jump out of the cart I am in,
she walks forward, “I can save her,” I think to myself.
The train is stopping and I rush to her, she steps in front of the train, I throw my body,
but realize as I am lunging towards her that someone else has beat me to her…
The train hits me and I fly in the air, landing a few hundred feet away—
brakes smoking, a crowd rushes to me…
Lying on the floor, I am dying, spewing blood, dripping from my ears and eyes…
the lady in red rushes to me, kneels next to me, holds me in her arms.
She is crying, then whispers in my ear, “You were too late this time, I am sorry.”
There in her arms I died.