abandoned

abandoned
on the J train —
a broken rose

dream sequence - part 22

the scene: an outdoor ice skating rink somewhere in the Midwest — some place I didn’t recognize. we were all in our late teens. you were being followed closely by two boys who were jostling to skate with you, while I trailed at a safe but watchful distance. before long the two kids were fighting, and you crossed over to where I was. you held my hand.

“let’s get out of here,” you said.

I knew just the place — an old dock overlooking a small pond. my brother was there. I introduced you, but you quickly corrected me, stating that your last name was, in fact, a fabrication. you didn’t elaborate. you didn’t have to. you were beautiful.