He
was waiting at the station
Glad to be lost in the throng of evening commuters
This time every day was precious to him
Nothing to do, nobody to interrupt his thought.
Eyes closed stood leaning back against the wall
Rhythmic breathing calmed him and allowed him to connect
Breathing in three times calling her name in his head
Felt pressure building in his chest
Heart filling with the sense of her.
Lungs full he released the energy back with his outward breath and waited
As next breath came he was jolted by a shock of energy
She was here, she was with him.
Though they were far apart he communed this way every day
Meditation was what got him through this self-imposed pain of separation
One day he would get on the train and go back to her
One day
But not today
He wasn’t ready.
This time every day was precious to him
Nothing to do, nobody to interrupt his thought.
Eyes closed stood leaning back against the wall
Rhythmic breathing calmed him and allowed him to connect
Breathing in three times calling her name in his head
Felt pressure building in his chest
Heart filling with the sense of her.
Lungs full he released the energy back with his outward breath and waited
As next breath came he was jolted by a shock of energy
She was here, she was with him.
Though they were far apart he communed this way every day
Meditation was what got him through this self-imposed pain of separation
One day he would get on the train and go back to her
One day
But not today
He wasn’t ready.
Lady Satellite
This was written in response to a sentence starter 'He/She was waiting at the station' given at a Writing for Performance workshop.
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