Remembering a day back when
sparks were starting
and there was nothing to mend,
Sharing a book
and sitting close
For the first time I noticed, it was a glance, it was a look,
our eyes met and it was already one of many
a sincere smile you gave
a look of plenty,
And there I saw such beautiful eyes
a nice brown hue, just happy and shining
it is as if truth lies,
opening into a love so new,
I was content to sleep that night
picturing the eyes of you.

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                    Why is parting such sweet sorrow? Why is it called sweet sorrow when there is almost nothing sweet in parting? Is it the hopefulness of seeing the person again? And the sorrow the part where quiet tears fall, no sobs but the on coming aches.
                    I can picture it, as if played on a silver screen. The train arrives on a cloudy, misty day. The fumes coming out of the train leaving a a smokey ring around the locomotive. The couple arrives hand and hand. The mood happy yet sad. The signal to board the train bursts loudly above the many people walking and talking. It was time to say goodbye, a thought that was present in both the man and the woman. The man faces his love with a tender smile, a smile so warm and eyes so filled with his love for her (if only she knew how much love he has for her). The woman gentle in all her ways, feels a slight prick in her eyes. She knows that she does not want to show him tears; however, the thought of missing this gentle soul made her heart ache. She exhales slightly and smiles back at him. Both hands grasp their last, letting go both hands felt a lingering warmth. The man wishes the woman good health, warm days, and promises her that they will meet again very soon. The woman nodding with soft smiles, holds her composure. The quiet stares seem very empty on the outside yet filled with love on the inside and gone in a short while. The three words are spoken by the man together with a kiss. He boards the train. She looks for him and there he sits by a window. He writes on paper displaying it on the window. She reads "I'll catch you later!" She is about to let her tears go. Instead she smiles brightly as she can waving goodbye. The train moves slowly then at normal speed. They share butterfly kisses. As soon as the train leaves the station, the woman lets go and gives a cry and the missing has already started....