To The Lady on the Train,
I miss the feel of your hand in mine... the softness of your cheek, your chin in my palm...
I miss looking into your eyes and seeing an entire universe opening up... watching stars wheel and feel the long fall of everything else disappearing...
I miss the sound of your breath and to feel it on my shoulder... the soft sigh and the impossible simultaneous feel of strain and surrender...
I miss your freckled shoulders and the flow of your spine...
I miss the line of your jaw from your ear to chin... your delicate throat...
The Man in the Station
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