I sit on the train
with my eyes fixed
at the blur of lights
outside the window
as the train rushes by.

And in this moment,
this moment where light and motion and visions of you
mix into a swirl of a perfect blend
that I start seeing your reflection,
your eyes looking back into mine.

And I am awaken
by the sudden stop in the station
with the fact
that the seat beside me is still empty.

But soon
I am counting down days
your hand
will be holding mine...
As we coast from north to south without purpose
back and forth, people watching
sitting on this train
wasting away
seconds, minutes and hours.
For every moment spent just merely beside you
is worth all the while.

I love you, Anne.

Yours and only yours,
Mims