The Ride

it was it, the one, the ride.
the train was gaining speed,
but not too much.
it was her, the one, the love,
the perfect mix of all of them
and none of them at once.
something familiar,
something new.

her hand slowly touching mine,
almost holding, not quite.
her lips almost whispering
the words,
“I love you.”
the train, steady, rolling to
the place we always longed
to be, unsure, my heart
both still, and racing.

it was it, the one, the ride.
it was her, the one, the love.
it was the feeling of almost
being there, so close, so right.
it was the ride you wanted
to last forever, the dream
of a lifetime, the one
that almost comes true,
yet always remains
on the verge.

it was it, the one, the ride.
the train was gaining speed,
but not too much.