You are on my mind between metro stops. I think of you shifting gears and slamming your Mustang in that haunted beach town and I’m so far away in this silver box clamoring underground. I’m grabbing the railing to stand and resisting the urge to *****, because having you for only three days is a disease that won’t stop rampaging my body.  Sashaying to the clicks of the machine down the aisle I want to kneel into holy water and confess because loving you and  losing you meant getting back some of the best parts of myself. I want to carve your words into my heart so I don’t forget how much better I can be. And when this steel animal grinds to a stop and I have to grip the side from sliding I’m reminded of how falling for you was as merciless as gravity. Unyielding and inevitable.