24 January 2017

love left, II

what do you do
when love
leaves?

like leaves falling from a tree

all too suddenly and all too slow
and you are 

left


the station is an empty echo

the train is gone
the dust motes dance no more

you wait

your waiting
is not waiting for

you wait in silence, in stillness

the blood roars in your ears
heartbeats hoof-beats in the dust

you will not leave

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