They never really met up.
Never truly stood side by side.
Always separated by the thin, wire fence that lined the train tracks.
He on one side, she on the other.
They walked miles and miles together looking for a break in the fence.
A place for them to be able to reach out to one another, but time never allowed.
Instead they’d graze fingertips through the holes in the mesh that divided them.
Holding tight to this barrier that they shared.
Hoping someday to hold love’s hand rather than just stand in front of it.
And when the train would approach and signal to them to get away from the tracks, they’d ignore it.
Gusts of wind from the passing train would blow hard against them, causing them to have to brace themselves, and hold tightly to the thing that divided them.
He’d yell out to her, and because of the rushing wind and roar of the train’s engine, she could only guess at his words.
When the train had finally passed, and quiet settled, they marveled at how they withstood another day – another train.
Needing to get back to work, they parted ways.
Making promises to meet again at the fence.
Making promises to get together soon.
Making the best that they could of this life apart.