this morning #1951.

this morning, he took his usual seat on a bench just across from the train station. poured a cup of coffee from a thermos & waited. watched as the waves of commuters streamed out in a rush to get to work. maybe today will be the day. probably not though. if she does come walking out of the station, he knows just what he’ll do. has a well-rehearsed plan. it’s been a while since he last saw her though so he’s had lots of time to think it over. time to wonder if he’ll even still recognize her. every few days, he wonders if she’s even still alive but quickly quashes that thought. it simply can’t be that, by lacking courage the last time he saw her, he’s forever missed his chance to connect with the woman with the striking white hair.