I never knew our hearts were travelers,
fated to meet in the fleeting embrace of time,
yet racing through the moments of life.
You, sat by the window,( train in motion)
one hand on the pane, eyes tracing horizons.

And there I stood, luggage in hand,
lost in the warmth of your gaze,
wondering how I missed the whispers
of destiny in the rush.

The train pulled away from the station,
a heartbeat lost in the distance.
Tell me, beloved, will our paths cross again,
or are we but shadows in the twilight,
woven together in the tapestry of dreams?