The roads go by as I sit silently by the window.
Men chattering beside me, incessantly, about nothing at all.
People coming and going as they please, entering, leaving.
I look out the window thinking about her, completely oblivious.
I close my eyes as the day's strenuous travel takes toll.
Put my cap on my face to shut out the light.
People clamouring outside, I can but hear them at all.
With a smile upon my face, thinking about her, I withdraw.
I awaken, check my phone for updates, check my watch for the time.
People rustling about on the platform outside, unable to draw my attention.
The music playing inside, fascinating yet unable to excite my senses.
Her gift is all I see, all I think about; in my mind she remains vivid.
I take a book out and decide to read until I reach my destination.
I play some music when the book decides not to absorb me.
I close my eyes to open them again, read some more and listen too.
My thoughts, sometimes faint, sometimes strong are always the same.
The girl I just left is in my mind; she remains vivid in my dreams.
She inhabits my mind, my heart, everything I own and all I have.
She lives in me and stays all the while, rapturing my nerves for I miss her.
As I think of seeing her again, in a few short weeks, and embracing her with my love.