Angel,
When last I held you the trees had not yet greened. Oh, there was
promise on the limbs – hints of young pale green buds and thin
barked lengthening of limbs...
When last I held you the earth still still held cold beneath our
feet and held the scent of ice though the breezes warmed.
When last I held you the arc of the sun was still low but the days
were lengthening. Though the strength of the sun grew our shadows
still angled long before us under a thin blue sky. We embraced the warmth and the promise
of more to come...
When last I held you we discovered excellent pizza and cold beer
in a strange town... Serendipity follows our footsteps...
When last I held you we gave ourselves to each other freely...
When last I held you we opened up to be us. We were brave enough
to be us...
When last I held you we were happy
The Man in the Station
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