trainspotting

long was the ride to you,
the bustling by of
my city,
melting into yours.
slowly, with the shimmey
shake of a train
that would rather be
way off track,
rumbling closer to
the beat of a
heart.

and i never got off that train.

in spirit, i ride it,
daily...
wondering if it will ever
lead me closer to that
moment.
the first moment.
the moment you lifted my
glasses,
and lifted my eyes.
lifted my lips
to yours.

the train crossing my track.

time and again,
i remember the rain
that night.
cold, cold connecticut
rain and the
harbor turned to
ice.
dramatic gonging of a
tolling bell,
warning away those who
dare to cross in the path
of a train taking me
home once more.
home to you.

and never would i have chosen
a round trip ticket...

had I only known.




©2000 by Cher Ladd-Vuolo