Star Crossed Commuters 

The flash of your eyes lights electric highways across my skin. Sparks dance playfully in the air between us. Has anyone felt this way before?

Distance holds no power, and the world holds no sway. Without a spoken word we understand that life can never be the same again.

The train draws into the station and I disembark, but you stay onboard. We share one final glance as you’re carried away.

I’m alone. Left with the daunting task of convincing myself that it was never meant to be.