The Sky that Falls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Boy on the Train

I'm on the train and he has caught my eye,

Never a boy more gorgeous did see I,

His youthful locks hung low over his neck,

Knew I was a lady older than him,

Ten years more aged, probably his cougar,

Saw him as the train sped faster than light.

His eyes looked at me as I saw them light,

He smiled, and a twinkling in his deep eye,

That touched me, but I felt like a cougar;

He's probably in his twenties, but I

in my thirties; hand reached out, touched my neck,

Averted my eyes, then looked back at him.

I realise there's a chain on my neck

And fondle it with my fingers quite light,

Looked as if my words would advance on him,

Yet, I said nothing; I wanted his eye

Contact; wanted to speak but what would I

Say?  Quite enough that I was his cougar.

He's not into an old female cougar,

Even if I did have a sexy neck,

He still wouldn't want me.  Nothing that I

Could do about it.  Fast train, speeding light,

Stops at my destination, as my eye

Looks up.  Realised that I would leave him

Now.  Yet my full glance strode towards him

As I would abort the train; a cougar

No more.  Off my platform, I catch his eye

And he waves 'Goodbye,' so smooth as my neck;

And now I must advance out of the light,

To those last impressions of him held I.

Upon the cold, icy platform would I,

Now meet my boyfriend, and remember him.

I see him now looming beyond the light;

Giggling at me, now I'm not a cougar;

Perfect boyfriend, again, I touch my neck,

He comes forth, just as pleasant to the eye.

This man, I spot a greeting in his eye,

Delight to see him dressed in polo-neck;

Happy and light, not being a cougar.