Monday, January 21, 2008

The Q

Hurtling towards her on the Q. Children singing the alphabet behind me. Character from a Homer painting across from me. The rhythm of the rails rattling a forgotten feeling. New sounds, old sounds, sweet sounds. Song finding its footing. Knew what I had to do. How I missed you. How I ached. I could not acknowledge these feelings without you a breath away.

1 comment:

kevin gilmore said...

such a rich mental picture from so few words...