feeling vaguely poetic

i lost my breath

as i dashed for the train

it lay beneath the ticket booth

with all my sense of shame

i struggled to find it

alas, to no avail

my jittery nerves

biting o' lip

oh! how i flutter and flail

its a story I may speak of

a tale as strange as life

as though whimsy was your muse

and dreaming is your wife.

(E.S)