She Got Left at the Train Station

She was on her way
to the bathroom,
When consumed by
loud noises and laughter.

The moment read like a chapter
in a fictional novel, a love letter even.

She pranced, almost danced
To the rhythms guiding her to
quickly relieve herself of the
thick Black coffee she had drank.

Unaware, that she would be
left by an uncaring lover.
He was the brother of a girlfriend
who pretended to love her.

He was the creep kind.

“I am going to leave at this moment.”
wandered through his head
As she got closer and closer
to the restroom.

It was Penn Station, Manhattan, New York.

They had wined and dined
a few hours before.

She smiled and giggled.

He fake-laughed and frowned.

He did not even pull her chair out,
as they both sat down.

“Women” the sign read.

He fled before she could get
both feet in.
No wonder some magazines
address the selfishness of men.

She walked out, hair and dress
intact. He was not found.
She let her head droop down.

He shook his head in disgust.

She thought, “No more men
I will trust.”

She got left at the train station
with feelings of sadness, no glory.
What a way to treat someone
is the moral of this story.

© Christopher Donshale Sims 11/24/2008