On our fifth anniversary I let myself feel

I have always wanted to read poetry on a train
To feel the rails vibrate beneath my feet as I live
In anothers world, devour their words as if it was the only thing I had eaten that day
The mechanical mobility a muse of
Cold metal against small streams struggling to maintain the name
The sun glows from behind broken trees
And it catches the Golden flecks of your iris
The shape of your jawline becomes the only poetry I read,
The curve of your lips left in a smirk
I fill myself with the way your foot barely touches my knee and the way you look into my eyes and mouth
"You're beautiful"
I have always been one to shy from those words
Despite the declaration
But in that moment I allowed myself to feel the weight of it
Rest on my tongue, quenching any thirst I could ever have