I will never know or understand what happened. I was waiting for my train, I knew he was standing next to me yet I was consumed in the paper and taking no notice. It was as if I could feel his presence than as the 5:36 pulled in I sensed him moving forward and looked up, as he passed my gaze he said, “Good-bye Jennifer, my love perhaps you might notice me in another life.”

I watched helpless my body weighted by confusion my mind capturing the events in strobes of slow motion, every detail. He jumped into the train's path and was collected by it’s front; slowly sliding down, his arms desperately reaching for a nonexistent railing. I remember the love joy and sadness in his eyes as he gave me his last defiant glance, while being consumed into the underside of the lead carriage.

I had seen him at the station many times and often on the train, like so many others. We were all strangers in a sea of familiarity.

Yet I didn’t know his name, or give him a second thought. Perhaps we had exchanged a smile during a chanced crossing of paths when eyes meet unexpectedly, I don’t remember. I didn’t know his name yet somehow he knew mine. He has scared me with his haunting last message; I cannot forget the longing in his eyes as he breathed his last breath. I feel I must make it up to him, somehow; I am his prisoner.