We walked through the wide cavern of Grand Central. It made me feel small, swallowed, like Pinocchio must have felt in the whale's belly. We sat down in a corner, to pass our remaining hour together lost in each other's arms, fondling, kissing. You kissed my neck and I allowed my head to roll back against the marble. I looked up at the ceiling, the expanse, a sea of turquoise green embellished with gold figures: mythical, astrological. Little light bulbs designated where the stars in the actual constellations were. An occasional dot of purple, red, blue where light handed children had lost their grasp on balloons. They would lose their helium and drift down eventually. I brought my head back down to look at you and smile my drunken smile. You did that to me. I stared at a dust bunny that raced across the floor and bounded over my untied shoelace. Another bunny appeared and the started to dance, their choreographed motions circling round and round a few inches away from where your backpack lay. A man in fatigues passed, shooting us a look that started out as disapproving but ended up nostalgic as he remembered his own childhood fondlings. Your fingertips grazed my cheek. "Sera, Sera, Sera," you repeated over and over, creating your own mantra that would lead you to sexual bliss. It seemed so quiet, although there was a definite dull roar of people talking, heels clicking, baggage rustling and children jabbering. We stood up without saying a word and you took my hand we walked to find your track. The climate changed from cool comfortable dull murmuring to hot raucous breathing of waiting trains. We walked slowly and silently along the dirty silver and orange red bullet. We kept walking, passing doorway after doorway. I read the overhead advertisements for painkillers and phone companies, energy drinks and condoms. "Are we going to walk until the train ends?" I wondered out loud. You abruptly stopped and shook your head. You kissed me perfunctorily on the lips before disappearing into the train. I wanted to jump in with you, to follow you, but I couldn't. I knew that you wouldn't want me to. I knew that my mother would be waking soon and I would have to be there when she did. I walked sadly to the Main Concourse, feeling empty and alone. I realized my hand was outstretched at an angle, as if I were still holding onto your hand. I put my hand in my pocket and tightly gripped some loose change. I exited the quiet expanse and silently went towards the subway that would take me home.
