At the station air flickered rain,
cuts and jolts, old movies playing out
unspooling at the end—
You forgot your bags
my scarf, escaped, flirted sultry
on the trembling tracks
waiting for the train
Tips of tongues had left behind
things we wouldn’t name
to kiss at sunset, eyes closed—
light dying in our arms—
we couldn’t see beyond
the frame
Words and photo © Jaime Greenberg, 2022