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Heavy Rail

I loved you from station to station,
Carried my torch home,
Where I walked the blue street
With your image hanging off me
Like the sandbag weight of grief;
Resisting the approach
Of prostitutes
And falling planets,
Wanting to shrink
Under the mantle of fog
That nullified the bolstering moon.
You don't know me.
I saw you on the train,
As I was speeding backward
All oblique and senseless,
And I only noticed you
Because you gasped at the sight
Of children boarding.
I felt your smile physically,
Swelling my eyes
As you rose from your seat
To draw the eyes of the boy,
Then peered past tender hands
That made mine ache
With the cramping strain
Of their emptiness.

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Rax said…
Beautiful. You've captured the emotion quite well the imagery and tone. Your first line is captivating, and the ending is perfect. Excellent write.

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