Her Return Home

the thought of her return home

had kept me awake the past few nights.

i could meet her at the bus station

if i was to make it there in time.

it had begun raining

but i was not going to take the time

to put on my rain jacket.

I cycled through the train station

around and around

past the "no bicycle"signs

she was no where to be found.

I would later know that she had seen me

as her bus was pulling away from the station

she cried as the space between us grew, once more

traffic was not a concern to me

I weaved around cars

only half hoping that they would stop

as I walked my bicycle up the sidewalk

she appeared from around the block

three large bags in her arms

She dropped her bags

We held each other on the porch for an eternity

The rain was our music.

I do not feel empty any longer.