He sat on the bus
Chilled and freezing
Watching the tourists
tramp through the mud outside
to give their money to strangers
He wanted to be home with her
to smell her bouquet
to watch the flowers in her eyes
to touch her skin with his
and to join with her forever again.
As he watched the clouds touch the mountains
in the distance
He wondered whether she thought of him
oceans and mountains away
further than the sky
Did she want him to return?
He remembered the bubbling in his stomach
when he had lost her
and the delight
when she found him again.
He didn't want to worry anymore
He promised himself
never to let mountains get in their way again.