Commuting Views: The Newlyweds

There is a young lady, in her early 20’s maybe, who rides the morning train at the same time I do.

Every morning her husband comes to the station with her.

We usually are on the same car too. She always sits in a window seat. On the side of the train that is nearest the platform.

So she can see him.

In the few minutes before the train starts to pull away, they look wistfully at each other through the glass. They silently say “I love you” a couple of times.

Then the train starts to move.

She puts her left hand on the window. He walks along side the train for a few steps, reaching out his left hand. She leans her head against the glass, making sure she gets her last possible glimpse of him.

I imagine then, that he continues to stand there; watching as the train disappears into the distance. Then he sighs, and turns away.