I chose to board even though
We agreed to meet at half past three.
Late again, I can imagine the excuses:
A broken heel or
Spilled coffee on the last clean blouse
I am on my way and you’re off wherever you are.
The outside crumbles into changing colors and
Blurring motion as the engine pulls the extraordinary
Weight of its burdened load.
Sometimes it’s easy to sleep with the
Jolting and the jerking, the
What if I missed you?
I am on my way, regardless.
Catch up with me on the next train and
We’ll meet at the shop on the corner of Main and West Third.
I chose to go ahead and board.
We both knew I would.