Afterglow

The wait at the station, the anticipation,
the excitement... of a journey in train.
Those sundry chats with no beginning and no end,
the sharing of the candies and the frills,
the jokes on each other and friends,
the exaggerated mimicry of how each other walks..

The holding on to the feet,
the softness of the curves of the toes...
the warmth of being inside the same quilt.
The coaxing each other to go to sleep,
the sitting beside each other and gazing,
out through the window in the dark.
The deepest affection that makes you pat,
and caress the hair,
hold hands the longest times...

The fatherly pampering that follows
soon after getting up from the sleep.
sipping the tea and see the sun rise behind the mountains...

The preparation to leave the train,

only when you wanted the journey to go on..

the togetherness at the new-small station,

how one helps pull each other together.

The love that grows,the petite memories,

the remembrances seeked,

And holding on to the afterglow...