Next Stop: Home


The wait is the best – and hardest- part
Looking out the window
As the train hurries by all the towns
No stops for me until the sun dips behind the hills
Then I’ll know you’re close
The thumping in my chest will grow strong and loud
My breathing will start to fog the glass
The blurry palette we pass evokes
A happy torrent of images
Memories flooding back
New plans forming
And all of that gets misted over
When the train pulls into the station
And I step onto the platform
Heart beating out of control
And then the familiar crinkle of your eyes
And I’m home

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