The train ride home
Sometimes I secretly wish. I wish he would walk into this train right now, see me and quietly sit next to me. I then tilt my head to lay it on his shoulder. He raises his hand to gently guide my head to rest safely on his shoulders.
I close my eyes as I sink into his embrace.. my forehead resting on his collar and his scent ushering me into this calming, reassuring sleep.
I never want this train ride to end. I never want any words exchanged between us. Only silences, and us. In each other’s presence. Just this once. Just us.