She watches…

She watches …

Buildings fold into claylike shapes, trees are barely visible. They pass on as her husband has, allowing her eyes to drift
… beyond what this train -is. She sees -beyond the seats; she sees. She watches and waits, holds her breath for a few short moments, imagining that he just may gently brush the skin of her weakly dangling hand. Her eyes have closed, she knows he’s gone but yet she

wonders,
on and on.. She hopes, she watches these visions, daydreams, spacing -out without a goal. Without an out-come she’s come- to this and this is what she lives -for.

She watches as his wrist watch ticks atop her bag, she lets it hold her captive. She watches….