I was in the last car
On a train
California Zephyr-
Looking out my window
Anticipating a downpour
I headed for the dining car
Hand on the door handle
Turning it downward
You stood letting your guard down
With your ticket in hand
Looking for your car-
I pointed out
We had connecting sleepers
Your gorgeous eyes said it All... .. .
This could be the theme of the novel or a movie like the Oriental Express. I don't know if you had an occasion to ride the Zephyr or not, but the possibility of a chance meeting and adjoining sleepers certainly sounds exciting and romantic.
I'll be sure to book a passage on a sleeper across the aisle so that I can peek in on your little romantic interlude. ;-)
Puts me in mind of a statement that speaks of a "train passing in the night"...just as two people pass between cars on a train...maybe a one night stand, maybe...depends on the two...-e-
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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Peace and love
Amber
I'll be sure to book a passage on a sleeper across the aisle so that I can peek in on your little romantic interlude. ;-)
Ron
Your poem allows me the freedom to speculate what may or may not be.
Love ya!
Jane