Still...

To The Lady on the Train,

I will always be in the station for you.

The Man in the Station

one morning, maybe...

Angel,

One morning, maybe you will wake up very very early. You will have packed all of your bags the night before so that you do not have to think about anything.. You rise from the bed in a darkened room, slow and quiet - letting slumber fall from your limbs as you move to get dressed...

You will walk quiet through your house, bags and keys in hand. Without combing your hair or brushing your teeth or even fully waking up, you will climb into your car. The car sounding loud in the still and silence of the neighbourhood as you back out of the drive. Yawning and waking up, you head into the city.

And maybe on this morning you will pull into the parking lot, park the car and head up to a man and a bed that are waiting for you. I will hear your key in the door and hear you as you step into a dark apartment. Bags and coat placed on the sideboard and removing of clothes as you enter the bedroom.

I will be aware of you and follow your movements by sound, but I will pretend to stay asleep as I feel your naked form slide under the white sheets. I will adjust as you settle into the pillows and press your back to my chest. My arm wrapped around you, hands held - the scent of you filling me as I place a kiss on the back of your neck...

Here we will drift for a while just so that we can wake in each other's arms...

Here we will steal a little time and taste what might have been...

Just me.

Beside you...

Angel,

I do not know if you will ever see this... I do not know if it is something that you want or need to hear... I don't know if in some way it is best for you to not hear it right now...

But this message is here, if ever you should need it.

I can see the hurt and sadness in you. I can see where it is being held in, and where it is escaping you... I can see your tenderness and the wanting to let go. I can see the strength in you too - especially your strength. I can see that those who do not know you, will not see your pain.

I know how big the feelings are that you are feeling - and I know that you will push through. I know that you will want to push through on your own and on your own terms.

I don't know how you do what you do.

Seeing you now, every fiber in me so badly wants to help carry some of your pain or offer some comfort. I wish that I could help but I know that to try would only make it worse for you. All I can offer is me and whatever comfort my company might provide.

I will leave you to handle your hurt as you need to - you know where I am and how to reach me - and I will forever be exactly where I belong - even if you cannot see me...

Beside you...
Always..

Just me.

April Storm

Angel,

Spring has come and with it the early rains and unsettled weather. We have come through a wild night of winds, rain, ice, and snow. And though the morning has come it is still dark and wild. The smaller birds have stopped their singing and flitting about. They have all found some warmer, drier shelter to wait out these winds.

I would have you here to wait out this weather with me. I would have you in this dark room listening to the wild winds outside while we remain warm and sheltered. I want to feel your back pressed to my chest, my arm around you, and your curls on my cheek. I want to feel the warmth of you against the length of me. I want to touch your smooth freckled skin and breath in your scents that fill the room.

But mostly I want to hear the rhythm of your breathing and the sweet sound of your voice as we talk.

We sill know the slow quiet safety and comfort of this room. We will take shelter from the rush of cold wind and rain. We will let the rest of the world turn for a while without us. Here we will find a place to rest, heal a little, gather ourselves together and each other up.

I would have you here - all of you - just as you are - and with you find a place to shelter for a while.

Me.

Surprising...

To The Lady on the Train,

That you do not believe your own incredible beauty is one of the most surprising and endearing qualities about you. There are times when I fall into your beauty and could be lost forever - and there are times when I want to lift you into my arms and hold you wrapped up.

The Man in the Station