A wooden bench
The geisha book
Holding my breath
Waiting for you
The shuttle train
Fast and blurry
But I felt you
You are near
Looking up
Train did not stop
But I saw your image
Looking down
In a short second
You were gone
But left a snap shot
Image I saved
Your hands in clasp
Like you were praying
The long flowing hair
A lovely silhouette
The black shirt
Lights up your face
Your eyes closed
Feeling my essence
Then phone rings
My dear where are you?
I am here waiting
Wrong side of the terminal!
Kay Barcelon
Kay Barcelon
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