Word of the Day - Station

I went to the station to see if I could remember the way things were when I first met you. The way you looked as the officer led you inside, your hands pulled behind your back and pinned together in his – The way you were looking at the ground, so innocent, so humble so - And then you looked up and your eyes were like wildfire, like you were ten souls trying to escape the hell that was your corporeal existence and then - And then - I remember where I am while the officers stare at me, and I leave, because I can’t stand that they took you away.