You had been there; I was sure.

You’d had your hand pressed firmly on the glass, against my own.

“Are you okay?” I’d asked.

Nodding your head and smiling, you’d told me you were just fine.

“Hold on a second – I’ll save you.” I’d said, as I pushed open the door to pull you inside.

But almost immediately, you’d lost your balance and then you lost your grip.

I’d blinked and you were gone; it was as fast as that!

It was mostly my fault you fell from the train. I hadn’t expected the door to open so easily.

Neither had you, going by the tell-tale look on your face.

Nobody else had seen though; the carriages were mostly empty.

So, I acted like nothing much had happened.


(photo credit: Amine Rock Hoovr)

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