we're very close

not quite, she says,

but almost.

we're almost there, aren't we?

tapping me on the knee

as the train rolls smoothly
down
the curve
of track.

i'm staring out the window,
and see
her reflection

in the glass.
am I in love, or is this just
someone

to get over the last.
how long,
before we really get

there, I want
to ask.

did you hear me, she says.
we're almost there,

aren't we?

I look at her and smile,
we're close,
I think,

very close, but not quite.