The Train now Departing


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My last sight
Was your face.

Then as the dull brick
Of the station
Bled into the sprawling
Urban jigsaw of the suburbs,
You remained
Reflected in my window.

When rural emeralds
And russet earth
Sped into view
I thought I could still see you,
Spectral,
Keeping up with my journey.

Your features are burnt
Into my retina.
I don’t dare blink and lose you.

But when I pulled in
At my destination
Our last time together is over.
As I looked through the window
And watched you finally
Fading from my view.

 

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