On a Platform

Staring at a spot, he is,
As if he’s gotten lost in it,
As if a mystery to him,
As if there’s something in there for him.

As if a picture of his love,
Lost then, as if he’d lost a limb.
His eyes well weathered, as the coast,
His lips are crumbling
And thin.

Words are ghosts,
And they’re gone,
Up towards the mountains
And the woods.
They’re not for us;
No longer his.
And now he’s swaying on a platform
Staring at a spot, he is.

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A guy I saw on a train platform in Japan, looking a little worse for wear.


love, loss, train, platform, weather, coast, woods, drink, drunk, ghosts

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