Southbound train heading north, downtown bound, wondering where the girl with the dark hair and the Batman pack is.
It’s a Burberry day, puffy jackets and gloves and a three piece suit.
Snowfall meets morning and I close the blinds to another day. Not another day, no, not yet, not today.
I wondered why as I saw the bus speed by at the end of my street. A minute or two more, anywhere, last night, before the words, between the letters, right here, anywhere but right here right now.
Where is she?