From A Train Going Nowhere

I love you so much, he says.
I can’t wait to be with you, sleep next to you, kiss your mouth gentle and hard ….

I can’t wait, she says,
I need more of that in my life.

Me too, he replies, with a deep sorrow in his eyes.

He pauses and stares out the window in a haze, the passing terrain speeding by.

We need it so we can go on living,
so we can find the strength to walk through the storm filled valleys,
and over steep mountains of dirt and rock;
our feet sore and bleeding from the promises we must keep,
and the miles of indecision we imagine in the distance.