Trains of Thought

It takes years to think and write about someone like this. But my affinity towards you was compressed into mere months, measly weeks, minimal days.

Each of those short minutes, passing seconds, with you grazing, lacerating my mind.

I want to bleed out, gush my feelings out to you.

And now we’re here, amidst the strains of life, eyes locked through the rearview mirror.

Looking at each other like we were the only two people on Earth. Like we were the only two people for each other.

And your eyes being a cinema of emotions, expressing your fervid, boiling desire for me; leaving no room for words in our eye contact.

It’s not even necessary.

We’re made of the same chemicals, the same rails for our trains of thought.