Saturday, June 1, 2013

06-01 Bought the Ticket

When the train stops by,
I'll hand the conductor her leash,
and get on, without my bags,
behind me the lamplight, will flicker,
and then go out,
I'll find a seat, by the window,
where I can watch the night grow blacker,
as I fade to an imprint of a shadow,
who will sit with me then?

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