Clanging of the tracks
The world whizzing past the window
Streams of sunlight trapped in your hair
Sound of your voice drowned, by the silence around
The twinkle of life dancing in your eyes
Sipping coffee across the table
Lost in the lines, of a book that’s endless
Your breath soft, rising and falling
Loud, as your thoughts in my head
Leaning back with my eyes closed
The stillness pervading
The gentle flipping, of the page you just finished
There’s no magic, but this space between us
