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I’m not going to pretend that I don’t miss you, or sometimes that when I’m alone my mind doesn’t wander to thoughts of what you might be doing out there in that big, awful, amazing world, but here is what I know for sure:
I am happy alone and the only company I need now is the outline of my shadow cast on empty train stations,
And that the next time we’ll meet we will both smile and we will embrace in the tradition of old friends.
Till then the sun will continue to set and rise, planes will land, songs will be sung and books will be written.
We will wake and wear out our paths in old leather boots on either side of this big world.
I am happy alone and the only company I need now is the outline of my shadow cast on empty train stations,
And that the next time we’ll meet we will both smile and we will embrace in the tradition of old friends.
Till then the sun will continue to set and rise, planes will land, songs will be sung and books will be written.
We will wake and wear out our paths in old leather boots on either side of this big world.
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Watching grey tendrils fade into a dark night
As they leap from the soft red embers
Perched at the end of an off brand cigarette.
"Everyone wants to be beautiful," you say,
Letting the words drip from the tarnished silver of your tongue
And slide down the makeup caked on your jaw
To lie in pools like nightsoil on street corners
Stiffened by winter winds and carelessness.
"You are beautiful," I say,
But the words ring a haunting hollow,
A single breath in a stillborn sea of wasted breaths,
Some shining schoolgirl promise
After a dozen deafened seasons have spun each other ro
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Of flying, of shining,
Of smiling and laughing.
I wanted to bring peace;
I wanted to bring love;
And make my voice heard.
But nobody listened,
Nobody cared.
Everyone laughed,
Threw me aside,
And buried any memory of me.
Now, I just want to be happy.
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The idea of empty train stations is pretty powerful. Trains fill and depart and return to station similar to the way people arrive and depart in our lives. Good job!!