Ships on Train 63

We will never know each other's names; we will never chance to meet again

But for that one afternoon on the train we were like kindred souls

We spoke freely about our passions, dreams, wants and desires

Hidden things that we dared not share with another

Spoke about escaping the confines of walls for the open space of the beach...read more…Taking long walks and relaxing away from the hustle in secret hideaways

The difference between people in one city just rushing about aimlessly

Not taking time neither to smell the roses nor breathe

How they contrasted with people in another city rushing to meet friends over coffee

We were separated by times and miles in places we had both visited and seen

It seemed we were always so near, yet never quite meeting

Until that afternoon when fate and escape fare Tuesdays flung us together

There on train 63, in car 6, seat 10 we finally met

It took us a while to overcome the barrier called 'strangers on a train'

Just before it was too late; just at the right time

Just before the journey started to wind down and end of the line was in sight

We reached out, looked at each other behind barriers of spectacles and connected

Over sticks of carrots, weird laughter and inane conversation a spark was light

At the end of the line, we parted ways; back to our own separate lives we returned

As we looked fondly at each other, like old friends and turned in different directions

We wished each other well and a mocking 'see you later'

Nameless ships we shall ever remain; 'tis unlikely we will ever meet again

I will keep that afternoon tucked tightly away

May time grant you success on that secret venture you held so close to your heart

May the wind carries my wish to your soul