By Train Through Those Weeks 

July 13, 2015 § Leave a comment

 

Her lips, a straight line, a border between life and soul

On the train after saying hello and goodbye, once, twice

That ‘she’ on the window, that ‘us’ inside, that ‘them’ outside

All of them on her mind. How to leave and how to arrive.

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