a Poem by Raquel Swann
Time on the rails
Nothing but time
To think, and wonder
Will this ever be a one way trip?
A time when I can stay
No more fleeting nights,
Filled with goodbyes and regret.
I caught her scent,
Intoxicated by what could be
or could have been
had my life been different.
Nothing but time on this train.
Lots of time.
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