On the train from Les Laumes,
Rushing backwards away from you,
I can feel my heart stretch out
Like elastic. The pull grows stronger.
We fly past lakes and highways.
The greens of a forest brush by.
Trills of your smile shimmer
In the window’s reflection.
I had been waiting for love.
Staying up nights expecting
A knock at the front door,
The hesitant mumble.
I had prepared slippers.
A favourite mug sitting ready
For a pair of gentle outstretched hands.
You push a strand of your
Peacock hair back over your ear
and laugh at my jokes.
You’re so beautifully quiet.
What I had learned of love’s face
I studied in flickering movie screens.
And what I knew of her devious ways
Only through the experience of others.
You smile and keep your mouth shut.
We may all wait for love
But we cannot wait forever.