Love’s arrival

Love told
In terminals and platforms
Love greeted then departing
To somewhere else
Love’s leaving sung
In mournful note of rail and boat
Love’s budding
Come to late
Eyes glistening
Yet unsalted
Tears choked, in pretence
It did not matter
Perhaps next year
I’ll re-write the script
Love will be met
In its arriving
A single note
Arrived when time was right
And paths had aligned
So we crossed tracks
No terminals or platforms
To mark the spot
Just points on the compass
That love aligned
I’ll wait in anticipation
Without pretence
For love’s arrival

The flowering of possibility

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