To The Lady on the Train,
Holding your hand in mine, the press of my palm into the small of your back, the scent of your skin filling me up... the feel of the length of you against me, the softness of your cheek next to mine...
As we danced, turning slow on the hardwood floor... everyone and everything else fell away... and time changed... it was an instant and an eternity... never wanting to let go, for it to end... to release us back into the world...
You change time and space.
You are magic.
The Man in the Station
Published and unpublished Shout Outs to The Lady on the Train from The Man in the Station.
About this blog
In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
Monday, 30 May 2011
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