Happy Our Valentines Day

To The Lady on the Train

Though I can remember the days and the events, and I can map a trail from then until now, that is only a part of the story. I could point out the signposts, the milestones, and the forks in the road we have travelled. 

The cartography of our journey is filled with hills and valleys, crossing of streams, sailing against tides across oceans, easy meadows, and floating along lazy rivers. And I can tell you that even when we were not on the same path, or perhaps we were even lost, we still managed to hold on to the journey. 

These things I can tell you, but what I do not know, what I cannot seem to articulate, is where that first spark came from. I don’t know what it is that first ignited. I do not know what that very first step was. And I think that maybe I don’t need to know. 

Because what I do know and can tell you is that should all the paths be laid out before me, should every twist, up, down, triumph, and heartache be known, I would still take the paths that let me walk with you. 

The Man in the Station