The Noir VersionWe stand in an unnamed European train station.
The war is over. The soldiers are gone.
Our future is a smoky, light-tinged shade
of film noir. A veil of shadow
covers my face. Only my lips are visible.
And you, who never wore a hat, are sublime
in a soft brown fedora.
We are cloaked in versions of plum and velvet.
Trains come and go, concealing us
in an infinite cloud of steam.
The kiss goodbye lasts forever.
The kiss goodbye is the plot
and its denouement,
the story in a single gesture.
I board a train that never leaves the station.
The kiss holds it there, like a gendarme
recalling his broken heart, the pain of it
exquisite,
smoke-filled.
Leslie Shipman*******************
RL
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