For Love of Olya..

The transience of this moment is strange.
The train takes me away from you
but my head, occupied by your thoughts,
brings me closer to you,
as I think
of the peace in the hours
we spent together
and the ease with which
the time seemed to pass by.

The tears in your eyes were heartfelt
and so was my hold,
as the warmth of our togetherness
was the warmest thing I felt,
on that night so cold.

The intoxication I had
through your brightly smothered lips
had me asking for more
while you convincingly told me
about the fate's plan for 'us' in store.

To let go of you, to see you off
was the hardest thing to do that night,
as I knew
that the next morning will see me wanting
and missing you by my side.

Its a love unsaid-unconfessed
but feels more real.

You may call it platonic but,
I love the associated cosmic mystery
that plays right above!