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.