Ripples...

To The Lady on the Train,

Like a pebble dropped into water,  you ripple through my life far beyond where you first touched.

The Man in the Station

What I would have you wear...

To The Lady on the Train,

I would have you wear that red dress, your shoes dangling from your fingers as we walked hand in hand along white sand under a brilliant blue sky...

I would have you wear faded blue jeans, white t-shirt under one of my flannel checked shirts as we paddled the canoe across a glass still lake...

I would have you wear a tailored pant-suit, heals, fitted blouse as we walked through the path and strolled through stores...

I would have you wear white cotton underwear and an over-sized shirt as we curled up under a blanket on the couch to watch a movie...

I would have you wear a smile...

The Man in the Station

not a question...

To The Lady on the Train,

There are some questions that I promised you that I would never ask you again...

And some questions I will never ask you again...

But for the record... I would give you my whole world if you could take it... In a heartbeat.

The Man in the Station.

Friend

To The Lady on the Train,

Through anything, you can count on me. Always.

The Man in the Station

Happy Birthday to You!!

To The Lady on the Train,

Happy Birthday!!

On your day you will make a birthday wish. May all your wishes come true.

There is much that I wish for you but above all, I wish you happiness.

Covering you - now and always.

I love you.

The Man in the Station

never forget

To The Lady on the Train,

Don't ever think that I could ever forget about you...

I will never forget.

The Man in the Station

Early Fall Morning

It is dark in the mornings now. The dark and quiet of night lingers further into the measured day. It takes longer for the stirrings of the city to pull me from this bed. Slumber clings to my limbs and remains curled in my chest, holding me here, slowing my breath and movement. I am caught between wake and sleep; drifting between awareness and dreams... 

I want to float here, where my dreams of you feel so real that I can hold them in my hand, catch the drifting scent of your hair, and taste your skin on my tongue... 

I want to drift here longer, where I am sure that dreams are reality and the waking world is the dream... 

I want to drift here longer where the press of you against me in this bed must surely be true... 

I want to drift here until slumber falls from my shoulders and the dark is slowly chased away by the day... 

I turn, knowing now that I will not find you, rise... and greet the day..

Heaven

To The Lady on the Train,

Wherever you are is where heaven on earth can be found.

The Man in the Station