Pound a million steps every day.
His across the city. To and fro between halls and lectures and back again.
Hers dash here and there, running errands, pacing the classroom.
His wait patiently on a grimy platform
Hers jiggle restlessly, willing the train to move faster.
These feet always find a way back.
In the meeting at the station
they find a place to rest.
2 comments:
How lovely... very poetic! A bit romantic too, Abi. :-)
Abi, that is lovely and I love, love, love the look of the blog!
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