Paris, Gare du Nord
We stood holding, two hearts saying goodbye,
Grasping at shoulders, unsure why.
Rib cages pressed, neither wanting to let go,
Our end of the line, necessary to grow.
Passenger trains arrived, then left on time,
Platforms shifted with announcement’s chime.
Steam released as steel engines roar,
Throats choked and fragile hearts sore.
We moved through the capillary body of life,
Changing directions, connections cut with a knife.
I still remember the look in your eye,
Walking away, I started to cry.
My hand was still warm from your last touch,
Emotions swell, left with feeling too much.
Where do we both travel? Destination unknown,
Reaping the seeds we’d unconsciously sown.