DRAMA'S END

I hear the train rush by as her arms grip even tighter around my waist.
Her body heat soothes my thoughts.
I can feel her heartbeat pounding on my chest.
It feels like hits of thunder.
Her lips sore on mine like the wind rushing between us with the train.
A strand of her hair brushes her cheek.
My fingers fade down along with it.
We had a short story together.
This is the end of it.