A straight, continuous line,
directly from the platform, heels
catching on the edge of the train.
Through the herding bays of humanity,
huge open doors and two final quickened steps
straight into your arms, stranger.
I’ve been lost in dizziness since.
Floating above the rain and laying my
hands on every part of you i can get to
as often as I can, trying to commit the dips of you
to memory. Remember we spent hours
a Centimetre apart. Pounding hearts.
Until your face finally came to rest on
the contours of my own, breathing deep
full bodied sighs of relief.
Can I kiss you?
Oh god, yes please.