Saturday, 4 November 2017

Sometimes

I sat on the train and smiled at you. Your familiar shape, that gives me butterflies, waving from the platform. I thought of putting my hand on the glass and wondered if you would mirror my movement. So we'd almost be touching for a few more seconds.

As the train pulled away, I felt my love  stretch. I sensed the separation more than ever before. I suppose that's because it was almost our last goodbye.

I hope the transient we know is not us but our goodbyes because "sometimes things stay".


Xxx

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