'to hold her.' – narrative poetry.
ii.
There were moments that he would often wish to keep for himself
but the ones that he tries so hard to keep
often prove to be a challenge.
'Mate I never thought I would be attracted to a train conductor.'
his friends were interesting in more ways than what he would liked
and although he often fears that their behaviours could get himself into deeper issues
she didn't mind.
Her smile was infectious, and she would be used to the playful nature of the others
even if he wasn't so sure it was playful to him.
'Well choo choo to that then.' She teased,
hands signally various motions.
A roar of laughter coming from the group puts his mind slightly at ease.
But it was his arms protective around her waist,
hands interlocked at her side
and the adjustment of the hat to not fall
that kept him steady to know that she isn't going anywhere.
'Well I would take a ride of her train any day.' He teased right back.
Her face now settling into a light pink on his shoulder,
completely matching her hair.
'Of course you fucking would.' One spoke up before giving him a nudge.
A roll of his eyes before he nudged back,
the stunned girl still latched against him.
Their eyes meet gently
a soft smile to signal
as if this moment was finally one to keep for them only.