by Darren Price
(Ponte Vedra, Fl)
This life is like a journey by train,
roaring down tracks never to return again.
Over deep valleys, we rumble through latticed time, I long for you, sweet sublime.
Through green fields passed, every one new, a glance across the car, my curiosity grew.
My interest peaked, I ponder the chance, who I've found in this happenstance.
Exchanging glances across the coach, I steel my nerves before I approach.
I saunter to you, an unhurried pace, searching eagerly, the look on your face.
An exchange of pleasantries, some small chit chat, you smiled, so beside you I sat.
I may sit beside you all the journey through, or sit elsewhere, never truly knowing you.
By your behest, I travel by your side, let's be pleasant passengers for it's too short a ride.
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