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Train 139, Track 1, 6:20 P.M.

New Haven
Stains the snow white sign in red
Like that letter I send that time,
The envelope sealed with a scarlet kiss.
But that’s another story.

My life can be summed up by a series of 3 hour train rides.

Points A and B stretch millions of miles apart
Because in one I reside,
And the other,
My heart.

They say a human can live for 60 seconds without one,
But “they” have never been uprooted and moved to a whole new forest,
Forced to burrow back down beneath the soil,
Competing for water amongst the native maples.

It lasts much longer and the pain is the kind that lingers.
It can be pushed to the back of your mind,
Ignored and numbed by day to day bullshit,
But when the passing buildings rush by
(Like your friend hugging you goodbye, again, with a sigh)

You are suddenly glued to the tracks,
No longer trapped with your back against the scratchy seat.
Reality creeps to the surface and hits you like a train going Nowhere, fast.

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My thoughts are kind of jumbled in this, just some ideas I figured to jot down while sitting on the train.


  • autumnwind
    autumnwindabout 5 years ago

    wow. awesome write on the painful realities of goodbye. nice to meet you and thanks for the fav. love, shar xoxoxo

  • thank you, nice to meet you as well, and you’re welcome!

    – Hunter Valentina

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