where we meet

Are you on that train?
Rushing by.
Moving so fast
I can scarcely see.

The sounds and sights
Wooshing by
I look on
A silent spectator.

I strain and stretch
To catch glimpses
Of you
As it flashes by.

I wave, I smile
I sigh, I cry
I am here
but you go there.

I know my thoughts
But know not yours
Where is the time?
to stop and share

I too move on
On wheels
That seem so slow
Almost surreal.

Memories and moments
roll by me
As I pick and choose some
to cherish and see

We know not
where we meet

If we will
It may not be here...or there
Or it could well be nowhere


  1. A very good one, SSS! so... from a story teller to a poet. good, good! A pat on your back:). come up with more such warm ones!


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