Laura

I met a stranger, a stranger, in the city today
and I gave her my umbrella 'cause she had no coat on in the rain
and she smiled and she said "I thought chivalry was dead."
I just smirked, passed her by, failed to catch her eye or her name.

But I thought about her on the bus ride home
as I marveled at the raindrops that had caught on my eyelashes
tapped with an impatience though I'd nothing to be home for
just a growing irritation wishing I was braver.

And I thought of all the times I said that I would mend
find out what it was I'd lost that could make me good again
and I wandered in my hopes, got lost in my regrets
as I leant against the window and drew patterns in my breath.

But I mostly thought about her on the bus ride home
as I marveled at the raindrops that had caught on my eyelashes
tapped with an impatience though I'd nothing to be home for
just a growing irritation wishing I was braver.