Monday, November 13, 2006

Trains

Moving on
I pull into the station.
This seems like a nice town.
I get out and walk around.

He was standing near a coffee shop.
We met and he took my hand.
We walked through the park,
We went to the zoo.

He let got of my hand.

We walked back to the station.
The train was about to leave.
I stepped on.
He’s still on the platform.

I found my seat.
He’s still on the platform.

I wave from the window.
He’s still on the platform.

The train leaves.
He’s still on the platform.

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