Angel,
Eyes focused on your screen, furrowed brow, and a set jaw... You posess the look of a woman who is hurried and unhappy. You have too much to do and not enough time to do it...
I hate seeing you so stressed and worried about all that you have to do. I hate knowing that I too am an interruption to your focus needed so that you can get through all that you need to.
I don't know how to help. I don't think that I can.
Whatever it is that you want or need from me - just let me know.
But despite the hardened and time pressed countenance, despite the frustrations and the rush.. despite what almost feels like an anger, you are truly beautiful.
I wish that I could gather you up in my arms to hold you. I wish that I could take you away, take care of you and pamper you for a while... I wish that I could make the world fall away for a while and let you breath...
Even now when I see you, I rise and I fall...
Just me.
Published and unpublished Shout Outs to The Lady on the Train from The Man in the Station.
About this blog
In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
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