When it comes, it rarely falls straight down on me

But it catches my cheek, blustering in from the side.

My head was out the window

Still I didn’t see your approach

Meaningless tears clung grimly to the whites of my eyes

Determined only to peek over the rims, to otherwise stay put.

Cold air puffed like a trail of downy pillows, forgotten instantly

Left behind.

A hundred miles an hour, we barreled toward each other, never on a path to collide

But set to cross close enough

And from the moment our eyes connected, slow-motion kicked in

Like a movie- it was like in a movie

While our trains bore us in opposing directions

Your eyes followed mine for a quiet, startling, illuminating period

Of 3 seconds.

Then you were out of sight, gone from whence I had come.