You sit across from me on the 3pm Friday train, taking us from the throbbing heart of Nottingham
to the serenity of York.
I listen to the same song over and over again for the whole journey.
We exchange multiple glances
and multiple smiles.
I imagine what it must be like for your girlfriend to be wrapped up in your arms.
Part of me wishes I was her.
You just look like power -
the kind of power that could complete me
and tear me apart
all at once.