TEXTING

I can’t to see my face in mirror.

My eyes are glass with wet.

A force is on my chest.

I am in wood worker’s vice,

turning

tightening

twisting

tensing.

PING!

Where R U? Train here.

I send text.

I arive now. C U on train.

PING!

OK! J X

I remain looking in mirror.

Train leave in

three minute.

I can’t to move.

Train leave in

two minute.

PING!

I CANT C U.

R U ON TRAIN???????

Phone tight in hand.

Train leave in

one minute.

PING!

IM ON TRAIN...U???????

My fingers shake.

My heart break.

Yes. Stay. I come to u. Ever

I listen to train.

Doors beep-beeping.

Train leave in

zero minute.

I feel for the courageous

in my heart.

The brave decide

that I make.

Time to self-defending

Jess.

Engine is louder now.

Wheels squealing.

My heart is the wheels.

PING!

PING!

PING!

Time to set Jess

free

from

me.

And Nicu,

always stupid.

ALWAYS STUPID.

Plan to go on platform

after train has vanishing.

But

        train still there.

And I see her.

Jess

through door,

through window

and she see me.

Her eye

meet

my eye.

She see.

We see.

Train moving … and moving,

and we don’t to

hold hand,

have kiss,

hug tighter.

We don’t to say

goodbye.

Goodbye, Jess,

I whispering and waving.

Goodbye

my Jess.