We ate popcorn on the back seat of the local cinema and when the lights went down our hands met on the armrest just by the ashtray which was empty but smelled a bit of yesterday.
They were playing Bogart on the screen,some film about an African Queen, but my Queen was sitting next to me in seat 3b and I saw,
Angels at forty thousand feet when I turned to meet her eyes,flying through the mist of smoke we kissed and spoke and kissed again,
The train,the brief encounter,pain,too young and innocent to know that life was not a picture show.
Time to go
Time always seemed to know the time to go.