Just knowing that
you would be there
at the station to see me off,
a quick sweet kiss,
and then that look,
as I would shout out
a goodbye,
just knowing that,
made it not an impossibly to leave.

You still make my heart beat twofold,
and the boiling blood rush in my vains.

Do I make that heart pump a little faster?
That pulse,that throb, throb, throb.
If you were at the station,

Then I must.

-Jamie F. Nugent