Dancing on the train tracks

The love between us was reckless. A memory my mind wanders to in the middle of the night was dancing on the train tracks. I thought you were crazy when you asked me “what is a form of affection that you find the most romantic?”

My first answer was holding hands but I was quickly shot down for it being “too predictable.” So I blurted out dancing. Never in my whole short three years of knowing you had I seen you smile that big, at that moment I knew you were up to something.

That very evening I was stolen in the night and dragged to the active railroad track behind our neighborhood. I vividly remember being poked gently between my eyes as you told not to worry so much, that I would get wrinkles, but I couldn't help to think we would be run over by a train we could not hear. I now know my fears were childish.

After you had finally got me to stop being weird and afraid, we danced for what felt like hours until we heard a train heading our way, with my hand in yours we fled back to your house laughing about the awkward dance we had just shared.

It's in these memories why I wonder you left and now that you are gone I find myself drifting in a daze to that very same spot on the tracks, I apologize it took me so long to cherish the unique friendship we had. So as one last request, may I have one more dance? That’s all I could ask for.