Gone Like a Train

by , under Daily Prompt, Poetry

Soft words about how she’s waiting
only made it worse. As though her going
never counted for shit
as though it was only a step in a direction.

Why’d they say that I want to know
the part about her waiting was just to get me
to stop crying, but I think about it now all the time
picture her sitting in some station watching the door

 

 

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