Onto a Train

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


There is no secret language or sign

dry, hot


the green, lush conversations

have all but withered away

dying without your breath

words wait for your eyes

to spot them


conceding upon the day

it has become clear

that I have wandered onto a train 

fastened on rails that

have gone much too fast

passing , you are unfazed


through a tunneled station 

only to hear it roaring 

echoing on hollow tracks

muffled sweets

swaying, screeching


just as

I catch a glimpse of you,

out of the corner of my eye,

standing with your

shiny dreams

outside of dusty debris

that you once held

Submitted: December 26, 2018

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This speaks of a missed opportunity, seen too late to be anything more than mourned for. Nice work.

Thu, December 27th, 2018 9:34pm


Thank you, hully!

Thu, December 27th, 2018 8:12pm

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