Lucky enough...

To The Lady on the Train,

When I saw you the night of the dance, I swear, time stopped for an instant. All sound ceased - everything froze. My breath held and my heart skipped a beat. The world stumbled.

I watched you all night - laughing, talking, dancing... You hold me captive in a way that I cannot explain.. It has always been so, in your presence..

I remember times when you would walk close to me, causing the hairs on my arms and back of my neck to rise in goosebumps... If I was lucky enough, I could see the curve of the small of your back, the line of your shoulders and your white arms in fluid motion... Your head tilted, eyes shining and lifted... and always your smile... Your hair in tumbles or tamed, depending on your mood - always framing your beauty - and beaconing to be brushed aside for a kiss to be placed below your ear...

I remember times much earlier, seeing you in a hallway, passing by in the court... I remember noticing the swing of your hips as you walked, your straight back... the way you let the world around you fall away... wondering about you, drawn to your beauty and wanting to know more about - and being terrified at the thought of ever getting to know.. I believed that I would never be lucky enough..

And now, here... this simple man has beside him the woman that makes the world stumble...

Lucky enough...

The Man in the Station