Arriving By Train

I saw you

Through the window

Of broken promises

Stained with teardrops.

 

But maybe I was wrong-

For you weren’t sad,

but smiling.

 

Although your eyes

May have met blissful tears

It was not they

Who stained the window

But merely raindrops

Of a fresh day.

 

Our promises

Since repaired

Can hold the weight

Of the gaze we share.

Eyes that meet

Not for the first time,

But again.

 

As motion comes to a halt

Thoughts spring into action

And cause me to yell out to you:

I’ve returned, I’m all yours.