I Hear Only Her

I was sure I could hear the sound of her froufrou
Above the whistling and the bustling and the choochoo-
All the station noises seemed to disappear
As she walked to toward me, ever more near.

The way she moves, ever elegant is her gait,
The twinkle in her eye shows my glorious fate-
With her return there is nothing now to fear,
As through the crowd for my sight she peers.

Together we move off through the crowds,
Again it is just us, no sound quiet or loud-
Except for her voice whispering into my ear,
“Thank God I made it, everything is here.”