At the pool after work, I go for my crook neck, I stay too long in the spa, I get a bit light headed. I sit on the side, half dressed, waiting to recover, waiting for my feet to dry and I remember this lovely woman that got on my carriage last Saturday arvo.
She got on at Antsey or Brunswick, or somewhere close; it's not really that important but perhaps it is, all the best people live in Brunswick these days. Late twenties, early thirties, it's hard to tell. Dark clothes and hair, just as I like it, not Goth though, hopefully a bit old for Emo. Warm eyes, but a bit tired around them, no make up excepting a touch of lippy on these wonderful, voluptuous lips which I'll never forget. She sat facing me, but a couple of bays down. She smiled at a toddler in the opposite window, I like to think that this hints at a good nature. I realised that she was all that I had ever looked for in a lover and soul mate, and if it was that good a match, then I must be The One for her too. I went back to reading my novel.
I got off at North Melbourne. She didn't look up.
"She doesn't know I exist,
I'm gonna keep it like this,
I'm not gonna take any risks..."
As I think of her, sitting by the pool, waiting for my feet to dry, all the noise, the shouting & splashing, the echoes, they all subside and I've got this wonderful Divine Comedy song exploding in my head. I smile, all is not lost, unrequited love is better than no love.
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