The City and its Sounds

The train
moving along in the night
the station bathed
in the afterglow
of its presence,
I stood
considering my options
when the next, then the next
came and went, came and went
she stood looking
across the platform, into
the ensuing darkness,
I wanted
what she wanted in her dreams
that what I only could reach
across the darkness
between us,
the trains stopped,
the night’s darkness shattered
by my lifeless form, never
reaching across the bridge
of her dreams, before
the next train came,

and left again…

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