The train station in the outskirt of a certain city

           We had known each other just for two hours and disappeared from each other for   unpredictable time

All I know about her is that

She's interesting

She's so kind and cute when she laughed with the story I told her

I became talkative when I saw her emerald shining eyes that stand out in her face

She had one white vanilla-colored woven handbag beside her

I think of her olive dress that waves slightly by the summer wind

I put my handbag beside before lean my head toward the train's window

close my eyes

feel the warm breeze

That woman at the station

She's very funny

I guess that she doesn't organize her things well

She's a little bit like a serious person, behaving like everything surrounding her is a mess which in fact it's not. she's a good person.

she has a lot of stories

            I would like to listen more

It's dusk now at the station

My thought scatters, it has happened since the previous hour

the olive color is pictured again and again in my mind

There is flickered light flicker inside me