I met her at Charing Cross station
I kept seeing her look at me and smiling
not knowing the reason why
I was compelled to walk up to her
I asked her, had I'd seen her before
she giggled and then just smiled
I ask again what is your name
she replied you know my name
I looked at her quizzically with my head to the side
she laughed and then kicked me gently
she then said, are you sure you don't know me
I could not remember her for the life of me
Then she beckoned me closer
then whispered in my ear
I will tell you tomorrow
same time right here
Just then the tannoy went
informing me my train was in
ok tomorrow I said but now I must go
she waved me off smiling with finger motions slow
The next day I was at the station at five past three
at the same spot I met her, but where could she be
what ever happened to her I will never know
I never saw her again, what a shame and bad show
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
I met her at Charing Cross station
I kept seeing her look at me and smiling
not knowing the reason why
I was compelled to walk up to her
I asked her, had I'd seen her before
she giggled and then just smiled
I ask again what is your name
she replied you know my name
I looked at her quizzically with my head to the side
she laughed and then kicked me gently
she then said, are you sure you don't know me
I could not remember her for the life of me
Then she beckoned me closer
then whispered in my ear
I will tell you tomorrow
same time right here
Just then the tannoy went
informing me my train was in
ok tomorrow I said but now I must go
she waved me off smiling with finger motions slow
The next day I was at the station at five past three
at the same spot I met her, but where could she be
what ever happened to her I will never know
I never saw her again, what a shame and bad show
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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