Unwaivering

Alone, we sit. The silence of words best left unspoken drowns out the din of busy, bustling people. Coming, going, chatting, and laughing. Living just outside of our small plane of reality. They cannot perceive the fervent thoughts we share. Only our eyes speak, and voluminously. Darting and flashing, fleeing and chasing. Caged fireflies frantically searching for a way out of their jars. Their eyes do not see the light behind the glass of ours. Only we know what to look for. We see the light in one another. Only we know, the meaning in our, outwardly, blind stares. In the moment, in our minds, we are perched at the helms of raucous trains of thought, careening, on ramshackle tracks, towards one another. Unable and unwilling to change direction or pace. The world whizzes by in streaks of grey. A small white light ahead, all that catches the eye. And so, we stare straight on. Excited and terrified. Anticipation shakes in my fingers, but they do not leave the throttle, rushed breaths shake my body, my heart shakes with it. A whistle sounds. And so, we sit seemingly unmoving, tangibly quite, tranquilly awaiting the crash.