Since the first two installments of this series have been so successfully commented upon (2 on the first, zero on the second), I've decided to post the next one:
3. It is over there
"So you want to end this?"
"I think so."
"Why? What did I do?"
"Its not so much what you did, Jesus! Its, I don't know. Its me. God. Jesus. Grow up!"
"Its me? Jesus."
"I mean I don't know! What the fuck do you want me to say? Jesus."
"What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"You just sit there. You just play those stupid fucking games and drink beer."
"Give me a break!"
And he accidentally or on purpose kicks two beer cans out of the car that laid at his feet into the gutter as he gets out, slamming the door. "So that's it!"
He can't make out what she says through the closed car door and the blare of Wilco singing about blue sky or something. She hits the gas and speeds away into the night, barely making the corner.
He knows she is crying.
He walks over to the platform and waits for the next train to somewhere else.
Next stop: poem central!