Standing on the yellow line
toes over the edge
watch the gap, watch for the 2:11 local.

A small Asian man
reading a Chinese language
newspaper on
my left.

Feeling the smell of her
the taste
in my mouth.

Hands pushed far
down
into pockets
away from the cold
away from…

She looked at me
an extra second
a blink goodbye
waiting for the 2:11 local
now
she is gone, still
inside…

I close my eyes
against harsh
subway lights and
back away
from
the yellow line.