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Sometimes people we see every day but never speak to can become important to us.
Submitted:Dec 16, 2011 Reads: 22 Comments: 5 Likes: 3
Every day
The train
There
And back again
A face
Yours
In the crowd
I smile
You shine
Fingers touch
A shock
We retreat
To recover
And wait
Another day
Then alone
I make the journey
For weeks
Months
Truth descends
Reality hits home
I will never see you again
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