At the Train Station

I do not believe

just what you are saying or

just how you are feeling,

that maybe your writing somehow

understates just why you are leaving, —

but now you are crying

At the station

while the train keeps pulling out, and

all attempts at understanding

just what you are saying or

just how you are feeling, is

just lost in elucidation.

 

I want to be written of in your book, regardless,

mentioned amid words too hard to look at from above

while constantly detached, mid-sentence.

 

 

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