Rollercoaster

A glimpse I thought I caught on Twitter.
Only one.
And I thought it was you I was chatting to, for all I know, it could have been. Point of fact, might have (with a possibility of 10^-25)...

And I soared.

I didn't walk the hospital corridors, I owned them with a newfound spring in my step that erased all remnants of the lame guy who limped in your presence.

The foxtrot in my head (and in my feet) for those precious hours that I thought my friend was back. (Yes, just that, I'm not that big a fool)...

Another door in my face, of course. I learned to steel myself to those, to search and ask at the risk of ridicule, and who gives a fuck about ridicule...

I just have a life to live. Just the one. Who knows, mayhap you'll have the opportunity and pluck up the courage to break the momentum of a number of trains not taken.

Mayhap one of the trains on Saturday carries a lot more than the meaningless succession of strangers whose role in my life is to parade through my visual field.

Mayhap, alas...