Bad time for a good kiss

Am I late? I ask myself as I run for the train; the train that will take me away from my worries, away to a better place, and bring me peace.

As I hear the tracks shaking, my mind calms down. All those worries don’t seem as significant anymore.

I think to myself, why not do something crazy since I got no time to regret. I kiss the most handsome man on the platform.

As I am held in his arms, the train passes by, and I say to myself, “Eh, I knew it would happen again. NY subways are not the place to do this my friend!”