By Calypso
Date: 14 June 2000
Train Rides
see how the landscape slides
past us, time doesn't stand
still, although it seems to
when we meet on the train
platform, the expression on
your face, I feel its "thud" as
the train slows at the next
station, you've not seen the
last of my green eyes, you know, they
haunt you, I watch you disembark at
a remote spot, some little town
without boundaries where
you can nurse your wounds and
recapture the child inside the
part of you that still loves train rides
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