I always had this affinity for

The way that you smile

When you wait for the train

As your fingers caress the strings

And you write yourself another song

Leather jacket creaking in the cold

Cigarette in your mouth

Singing the words

-Did I not tell you how handsome you are?-

Momentum and steam and time

Yet, there you are frozen

Moving in slow motion

And no amount of shaking

Or breaking

Or wishing can change the fact

That what I love is you

And always has been.

Sometimes,

I find you in the places

Where I forget to look

Like the smell of your cologne

Or the taste of your tobacco

The rough stubble against my cheek

When you whisper in my ear

But nothing is quite so clear

As that day on the train

With the rain pouring out the window

And the soft melody of your guitar

The fleeting moment when you look up

To have our eyes lock

Lost in the steam

Of time’s momentum.