Beginnings

 To The Lady on the Train,

I can remember the first time walking with you to the train station at the end of the day. This was the beginning of a routine that for me, was anything but routine.

I remember that as we walked that my feed did not touch ground and that my heart raced. 

I remember we talked, though I cannot remember what we spoke of but I do remember your eyes each time they met mine. I remember that your eyes were dark yet bright: just one of the contradictions that you manage to hold so effortlessly. 

I remember a brief kiss of goodbye just before you passed through the gate to your train. 

And then I remember feeling the wave of a sensation that would become all too familiar to me - missing you. 

And so there it was. It was the realization that whatever happened or in whatever manner things might play out, without you I could never feel quite all put together; that without you something of myself is missing.

That was the beginning of missing you.

The Man in the Station