Southbound

She gets on in Edmonds.
He gets on in Seattle.
In the reflection only viewable from the window seat
of a train southbound, 
a woman who passed the corner of 60 a few years back
listens intently to a man sitting across from her.
Her eyes hold onto his words like a warm tea mug.
His quiet laughter embraces her sense of humor with indulgence.
It’s been a while.
They are different people than before.
Nostalgia cradles them with an opportunity.
He gets off in Olympia.
I still don’t where that train ended up taking her.

SM.