" almost there "

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train departing, holding baggage in tightly clamped hand.
my shoulders ache and i am tired by this trip.
the girl on the train wears clothes that i have never seen her wearing before,
and i don't know how to feel.

she's holding a tiny purse with a silver clasp.
the loose strands in her hair sway in the breeze.
i can see that she's gone far and she doesn't look the same.

just in parts; her hands, her exposed feet, her frame.
it's time to leave this train at the station and head in another direction.
the sun is so hot as it bares it's solar teeth into the back of my neck;
it seems as if i have been standing there forever.
tired, spent, alone, and weary.

as i turn to leave the station,
i take the old memories of her and place them
within my bulging luggage.

even with my shoulders tight with a bright pain,
it seems that the trip home will be okay.
the train starts to lull forward and the girls fades away.

i smell faint wisps of her skin on the air, and
i can feel her eyes tuning and looking away.

it is a new day.

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