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

Comments

  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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