Love Between Gesundbrunnen and Wedding

The darkening skies over East Berlin were nothing
against this knitted brow, his eyes upon her
aloof face cast ahead, the rackety subway tipping
her wheelchair gently side to side, her expression
very near tears, or so it seemed to him but he
imagined her standing, him taking her hand and lifting
her forward toward the wide dance floor and in time
they might kiss, him striking a balance between pity
and love, her between gratitude and, frankly, hot lust.
Such were his designs, struck in a furnace of his making
such that he hardly noticed when she rolled off
at the next stop, wheeling her wheels without once looking back.

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About David

Prone to musing and to being prone. Father to two, writer, engineer.
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