Every year, I remember

To The Lady on the Train,

There are some moments that I will never forget. There are times and places and memories that have been imprinted on me. When I call them up, my heart races, my skin tingles, my vision tunnels, and I am transported back to those moments all over again. 

I remember a comforter spread on a beige carpet. I remember the wonder and astonishment and the sense of being transported. I remember the ebb and flow; the rush and the quiet. I remember discovering for the first time the undulating tides and the wheeling of stars that you somehow hold beneath your skin. I remember how you showed yourself to me and the universe within your eyes. 

I remember the trace of freckles and the contours of your body. I remember the lines and length and the roundness of you. I remember the softness of your skin and the strength of your body. I remember the tension and the release; the aching and the letting go. I remember the taking and the surrender.

Mostly, I remember you standing there, a goddess, eyes shining; and I was lost and found.

Storm clouds may gather

And stars may collide

The Man in the Station