Aug 7, 2006

across one aisle to another
a sheath of light from this window
and another
they gazed
'You don't call me anymore
when it's time for the night?'

i didn't have any words
just half a blink in pain
while the train chugged on
across an iron bridge;
and with my finger tips
i touched her palm

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