Crust

The empty train gave us reprieve from wind and city,
making us whole again.
The overpriced drinks made sense of the sounds,
meeting our minds.
Eating cake on the abandoned car, we were alone
when I confessed
Defeat to losing myself in a concert hall bathroom
with no locks.
The wind wanted in but the windows held strong,
the glass kept us safe
just one of the manmade
nets that caught me.