

someday she would seeExchanging polite pleasantries and bits of information we knew we wouldn't need, the sentences were punctuated with periodic pauses and awkward laughs - like heavy beads on a too-delicate conversation. Gone were the days of easy schoolyard conversations and peals of laughter everywhere; somewhere along the course of the mad rat race, we had lost our former selves. Smiling sadly, I said I had to go catch the train - but we both knew I was lying. As the last train pulled wearily out of the lifeless station, you shyly slipped something into my hands and disappeared into the dark night; promises of "we'll meet again soon" dying fresh on our lips.someday she would see