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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