on the tube

the great london air, catches your breath and holds it there, like smoke from the end of a cigarette. i am on your mind like that girl with a black barrette. she sits next to you as the underground motion picture speeds by. you take in her scent, and its the same one you smelled before,your brain holds onto it, you are captured by it, but not because its this girl...

this puzzled look breaches on your face, and you are left with an image.

the same image, the same smell from the first night we met.

and youre six hours ahead in the future, where it snows more than i can imagine,

yet i havent left your mind, it still holds me tight,

while your body does the walking, your mind is somewhere else,

and every possible way to get me to where you are crosses through it.