Reminscing on a Train Ride
Of the quaint retreat
Nestled in the hills,
After our wedding.
How twenty years
A newly wed
Hand in hand
On her husband’s chest.
A half smile
On her lips.
On their way
To the hills.
Picked up speed
Us to our destination:
Perhaps like us,
To get better
With light banter
Together we glance
At our unaware
What I am thinking.
He holds my hand
Me with his eyes,
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