Distance Accordion...

Angel,

I am on the subway now and I am writing to you. Every day I ride these trains and as I sit or stand in the cars, I think of you. You are never out of my thoughts completely. You are always with me - in every little thing I do - you are there and I wonder what you would say, what would you think, what would you do?

I am surrounded by strangers who know nothing of me. To them - I may or may not even exist. But I am comforted by the knowledge that you know me - I exist for you.

These trains carry me to you - and away from you to. These trains accordion the distance between us in a rhythm that has played for almost two decades. Ironic that the accordion is a musical instrument that is played when pressed close to the heart.

As the accordion squeezes and the songs in my heart are joyful. Knowing that I am moving closer to you is the sweetest tune and the melody is light - yet excited.

Later, at the end of the day, as the accordion expands, the songs are a little more somber. The sounds are  tender and sweet with almost a yearning - but not sad - changed in their tone but confident that come morning the distance between us will once again diminish.

Our accordion plays and the music sounds and we dance this rhythmic dance. This we have done for a long time, but it is only recently that I have really paid attention to it. Now, to me, it is part of the most important piece ever written. It is part of the rhythm and music that is our song - our dance - us.

Thank you for sharing it with me. It would not exist without you.

beside you...
always...

me.