Your eyes meet mine in the semi-darkness. Under the cold marble arches I feel like we are on a different planet; a world away from the rush of commuters surrounding us, bustling against us, treading on our heels. It's too easy to forget about the rest of the world; the swarming businessmen, the frantic mothers, nervous families and starcrossed lovers. I scarcely hear the rumble on the tracks, nor sense the rush of air as the carriage pulls in. My fingers hook around the loops in your belt and I pull you closer. In your eyes, I am lost. In your arms, I am found. Rushes come and go, but neither of us can quite bear to say that last farewell. Calloused fingers slip the tears from my cheeks.
It's okay darling, we'll catch the next one.
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