One Train With You

   It was a Tuesday morning when I was waiting at the station.  I was adjusting my pearls when i saw you getting off the train.  You didn't have a ticket  so you had to bum through the barriers again. I laughed.  You brushed the hair from my face. The ticket inspector saw you rushing through to tell me" you don't know how much I missed you but we'd better run cause I haven't got the funds to pay this fine.  I said.. fine.
So we ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud and you said "you look well nice".

See I was wearing your favorite skirt, you know, the one that brushes the tips of the green grass covered in morning dew.  On a Saturday.  And you thought that I  looked nice. Then I whispered in your ear that I didn't really care about anything else cause I only wanted you to think that I looked nice.
And you did. But you were looking at me, all funny in the eye.  I said "come on, tell me what you're thinking and you said "I'll try".  I watched your lips as you said "all the stars up in the sky and the leaves in the trees, all the broken bits that make you jump up and grassy bits in between.  All the matter in the world is how much I like you."

I laughed and  said "what?"  You said "let me try and explain again"

You covered your mouth and coughed and then said  "birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head and they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared...but when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful.  That's how I feel about you.  I said "what are you talking about?"  You said "you".  I said "thanks, I like you too".  You said "cool".  My train arrived.... and ...  you wrote a poem on my hand.  I read it.. over and over again. 

I daydream too much :)