Stations
Arrival
Where can she be?
I see her first.
She stands tall, no stoop of apology and I lift my chin, stand straight and gaze at her through a mist of anticipation.
My secret moment.
Discovering me, she beams a smile and speaks. I beam back, her voice exciting me.
We are excited.
We close in gentle collision and hug.
In slow embrace, we say, “missed you …”, “found you ...”
It’s the best of times …
Departure
Am I on time?
She is in a hurry, in a worry. We are in a rush and need to push, onwards.
Schedules to keep; yesterday’s sleep spent before today’s first light but still we have to fight to be here and there with this and that and on time, on time, on time.
Did you remember, not to forget those important things and have no regret as we press onwards?
Tickets and times cloud our minds as we close to parting and stumble into swift embrace, whispering, “farewell … “, “see you soon …”, “will miss you …”
Suddenly we are two. There is me and there is you. Departing, faster and faster you move away.
You journey on and I can’t, won’t, until you’re gone, all the way. All the way …
It’s the worst of times …