Foggy windows

The Word is TICKET

He boarded the train, icy winter winds blowing, dead of night
I watched him take his seat, peer at me through the foggy window
brushing his forearm against the glass with the woollen coat I had bought
him to keep him warm, he made a hole in the fogginess so we could see other,
I with tissues in hand, standing, shivering on the platform, him forlorn

we had kissed and said our last goodbyes, he was moving away, but he was
moving alone, I had been promoted, I had worked hard for years, up the
corporate ladder for a company that now owed me, I was not going to give
that up, I nodded trying to smile this was our final good-bye, not knowing
if our paths would ever cross again, the pain piercing my heart was excruciating

I longed to sit beside him, hold his hand, kiss his soft mouth, to forget
what I had worked so hard for, to tell him how wrong I was, that my place
was with him, by his side now…always, we stared through the window, wasn’t
our love stronger, he asked me to join him, several times, I had refused
we argued, how could I leave, this is what I wanted more than anything

me, always the high achiever, letting my job get in the way, was a
hefty pay increase and a flash new office offering me more happiness
than what we had together, I walked up to the window and placed my hands upon
the glass, he did the same, he kissed the fogginess, drew a heart with our initials, my hands slipped off slowly, I turned and walked away, torn between my love for him and my wants, my greediness

I didn’t look back to see the expression on his face nor him mine
the snow blown wind struck my face, walking to the counter – one ticket
please, I asked, one ticket to follow my heart

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