We boarded the train,
and you held my hand.
Your eyes were kind,
and your smile was soft.
Children skipped along to seats,
and others placed their luggage over head.
A man sat across from us,
and I couldn't help but stare.
Despite your hand around mine,
everything told me to let go.
While you were speaking to me,
I glanced at him.
His refined scruff,
and circular glasses.
He glanced my way,
but quickly turned back.
I no longer wanted to belong to anyone else,
but him.
But you next to me,
and kissed my cheek.
I tried to back away,
but you didn't notice.
The man would look over at me,
and would stare at our intertwined hands.
Realizing I could never be his,
we both looked away.
And so we reached our stop,
and I got off with you.
Your hand pulling me away,
I glanced one more time.
Just to upset myself a little more.