We stood together, alone on the platform.
The Cairo commuter express was on time.
He seemed to be proud in his blue uniform.
It’s always on time.
It pulled to a stop, with its nimbus of steam.
Then in an instant, I was jerked from my daze.
The real world set in as its heated wheels scream.
I shook from the daze.
I stepped on the stair, as I entered the train.
That’s when my heel broke and I fell in his arms.
He carried me in and said: “You have a sprain”.
I was lost in his arms.
The car was entrenched with cigars and perfume
And he carefully set me at rest in my seat.
He gave me a pillow and made extra legroom.
I lounged in my seat.
He rubbed my ankle as he lifted my dress
And my heart went out for this man dressed in blue.
A lady won’t tell so the rest you can guess.
I’m no longer blue.
Bronze trophy winner
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