The Train

I'll remember this.

We're on the train and my head is in your lap.

I look up at you. Your eyes are following the buildings outside, the buildings hidden by the shadows of the night sky. 

You look down at me. I'm not sure if you're smiling because your face is covered. But then your hand is in my hair and it suddenly doesn't matter.

I take your other hand. I hold it up against the palm of mine. 

I'll remember this.