You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
Train… first class through the mountains and through the plains… all alone. Thinking quietly about the unknowns. When suddenly, my soulmate opens the door as it slides with ease and asks, “hello, May I sit down and join you in your pondering of the universe. I brought some of the best wine. Care for a glass?”
And we sipped the delicious wine. We sang old songs that we both knew. We talked politics civilly, and laughed at the beautiful stars on the upper deck. They twinkled like nothing I’d ever seen before, as we rumbled through the nights desert.
I wanted a kiss. He said, “no, it’s impossible.”
“What? Why?” I panted wanting to understand.
With the raising of the Sun in the Eastern window, he vanished.
Just like a flame on a match. It burned for a short while, but then when extinguished, It was out.
But, I felt him nearby and I heard the echo…
“And that is why,” my love.
The year was 1965.
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