To The Lady on the Train,
We had caught lightning in a bottle, you and I. We caught it and we tried to hold on to it. But the brightness and the touch of it was perhaps too much for anyone to be able to hang on to for any length of time. Perhaps it is impossible to hold on to for long; it consumes as much as it gives.
Once caught though, the thought of losing the lightning is unbearable. Losing it is unbearable. But lose it we must.
The question becomes how do you bear the unbearable when you cannot keep the brightest and happiest and most improbable thing imaginable? With love. We must bear all such loses with love.
I love that we caught lightning. I love that we held on. I love that we did not let it consume us entirely.
Older, wiser, and a little singed I still carry the bottle. And I still hope for the lightning. I will weather the storm to catch it again with you.
The Man in the Station
