So you know...

To The Lady on the Train,


I have not written to you in a while. I do not want you to think that it is because I don't think about you every day - I do. You are on my mind more than you would ever suspect. I often wonder what you are doing at any particular point in time; I wonder if you are happy; I wonder what you are thinking... I wonder what is happening in your life and would like to know everything; all the good, all the bad... I wonder if I recall the shape of your face properly or if time is slowly altering the memory of you. I wonder if the voice I hear when I think about you is the voice that I used to hear in my ear, or if by some trick of distance and time I have misplaced your tone and cadence. Do I remember the constellations across your shoulders and back correctly or would the stars have moved and I would find myself lost in unfamiliar space? Would your curls still feel the same on the back of my hand should it rest on your shoulder? Do you walk with your head bowed as you head to the train after work or is your gaze fixed straight ahead with a bounce in your step? Do you still smile that secret smile and do your eyes sometimes flash dark?


I think of these things and much more.


So now you know...


The Man in the Station