Missing you...

To The Lady on the Train,

I have missed you – and maybe because I haven’t actually said so, that maybe you don’t know that I have.

But I have… and you should know it.

You should know it in your heart and in your bones. You should know it by the way the small hairs on your arms or the back of your neck will stand up unexpectedly. You should know it by the way a breeze will brush against your shoulder. You should know it by sunlight glinting in your eye so that you have to see world through your eyelashes. You should know it by the sudden piling of dark clouds and a hard sideways rain. An you should know it by the way the wet grass smells and how the sounds of birds starts just before daybreak and how their song changes through the day. You should know it by the risings and settings of the sun and moon.

But in case you don’t know it, I do miss you.

I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the random text messages that allowed me to hear your voice. I miss seeing your face and I miss the way that thump in my chest and tightness in my throat whenever I see it. I miss the wondrous startle of excitement at seeing you. I miss seeing the way you move – the crossing of arms, a leaning forward, the swing of your hips as you walk.. I miss the way that the scent of you completely fills my senses and leaves me almost dizzy. I miss the backs of your arms, your ankles, and your fingers entwined in mine. But most I miss the way your eyes change when you smile..

Now you know..

The Man in the Station