Some love stories have peculiar beginnings. You never know how, or where, you will meet your next love.
8:01..(Her)
A deliverance of time I
become used to on this trek of mine and I continue this grueling 9-5 grind
Waking up to the
blistering sounds of alarm screams and
a layover of the night
before beams..."get your life in order"
Yet the seams.. of my
world are unraveling for I have been a consistent partner to empty hopes and
lonely nights
Heaviness aloots my soul
beckoning with refusals to get up
The yawns of tiredness
become abrupt
In adjacent to the
lethargic movements rattling corrupt
I need to get a move on
but this love thing has got me struck
8:30..
I finally make my way to
this 4 or 5 train yet still with pessimistic thoughts rattling my brain
Another day Another
dollar
Another sight of blue
collars working harder then they need
And a classless brother
tryna to holla
So distractions are
muted by the appearance of this music ...I uprooted on my itunes
Playlists hit the screen
and my mind ejaculates thoughts of a sound that has hit the spot
Ne-soul rhythms
preaching
Another Ledisi song
teaching
Till the serene sounds
are no longer found...
8:08. (Him)
Another heartbreak, my
dreams of no longer being single becomes shattered with the sound of my alarm
clock and daybreak as I
Awake again to another
day of the left side of my bed being alone, creases perfect and pillow without
an imprint because my queen size bed is missing a queen
Cop sirens ablaze in the
background as I realize it is another day where I make a dollar while my bosses
make ten
Mind and body screams ‘5
more minutes’ and thinking of ways to corroborate why today I will be late but
alas…I’m awake
Shuffling my feet to the
conformities of the common white collar work day...
(Her)
Realizing I dozed off
the bellowing of those sweet sounds now fade
Eyes blazing in my
direction for my head bobbled to my neighbor
Body ...still tired from
last night’s labor
Fumbling around the
depths of my bag to gather myself
Yet something doesn’t
feel right
Is it the shallow cries
of beggars whose circumstances leave them with no shame
Or the psychological hit
city dwellers that spit game
Nah it has to be the
urban phenomenon of dances famed
Either way my delusions
are misconfigured
Tapping my foot in
anticipation of the next stops yet delays at Fulton have me in utter
aggravation
So I try to put out
positive thoughts cause the next time I’m late won’t end great...
(Him)
8:47
After a delay because of
train traffic ahead,
which seems to symbolize
the train traffic in my head blocking the positive thoughts from arriving on
time
I Ffnally await the 4 or
5 at 125th street,
an all too familiar
place,
which welcomes me with
the sight of a guy selling candy,
Not for a basketball
team, but to keep out the streets,
and the 19 year old
homeless man awaiting to ask if we have a dime to spare so he can have
something to eat
However all of this
becomes shielded from my thoughts,
pessimistic in nature,
thoughts of maybe this is the day where I lock eyes with a woman
and possibly can lead to
the happiness that I seek and that she was always out there and maybe today we
get the chance to meet...
But until then I listen
to the storytelling of Nas as he provides that nostalgic rhythm which allows me
to
Forget about these
thoughts temporarily,
as I listen to his prose
about his daughter or his meals of syrup sandwiches and sugar water
….I…. close my eyes…
Thinking of the most
beautiful woman, one who possesses that rare trinity of intellect, beauty and
true personality
That if her touch was
named forever then I have entered the realm of infinity
As I am cast into this
omnipotent spell, holding me completely in thrall physically, mentally and
emotionally
A beauty unseen,
challenging me to unravel its true roots
Beckoning me to
introduce myself, I approach…and as I begin she says...
“Stand clear of the
closing doors please”…
Awakening me from this
daydream while
I again look around and
realize that this dream…was only a dream and that woman that I envisioned was
only the figment of an imagination that seems to be so vivid that I can almost
feel her tender touch against my skin akin to how it feels to be in love.
So I turn up the volume
to my music attempting to drown my thoughts which seem to be futile..
Fulton St…
Almost at my
destination…but we aren’t moving, as if time is at a standstill…and that’s when
I see her…
(Her)
Muscling up the power to
put forth a smile as I encounter a man just short of a mile
In my mind thinking
...oh boy let me conclude this observance in my train chronicles file
So we exchange glances
as though paths were already met
The screeching of the
next stop disrupts the connections
and there's still a lust
In the air I must now mention
Its as if my body
created this weird stringent tension
The only thing my eyes
would elude to was this man
Blurriness eclipsed over
every distraction
As me and him formulated
this love story interaction
Kinda like that mutual
silent dialogue where morse codes get communicated through body languages and I
sure nuff was relinquished of any previous anguishes ...that made my morning
blues
You see I’m not one for
the hype
Cause the usual’s of
these lames only wanna pipe
Therefore I shake my
head to rid myself of this occurrence
And slowly drain out the
malignancies of false hopes with some more of these R&B tracks that make me
cope...
with this sickness...
(Him)
She is...The ultimate in
feminine pulchritude...and at this moment my mood brightened
Her presence brightens
my gloom, her bronze skin,
her dreadlocks keeping
my heart deadlocked as I figuratively pinch myself to ensure that I am not
daydreaming again
All others are paled
beside her as I see none but her on this crowded train.
This…is the true beauty
that I envisioned
That all natural no
frills, come as you are beauty
The no weave, make-up or
jewelry, but can still turn heads without effort beauty
That gift from God that
I know was only sent for me beauty
As if she were carefully
crafted from the finest and rarest minerals
Such that if her beauty
was classified as skin deep she is close to the bone marrow
As I feel her marrow
intertwine with mine… our eyes lock
And as I stare into her
eyes I am hoping that is will lead to the maze and eventually the doorway of
her heart
And I am willingly lost…
praying that this delay lasts forever...
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