Alone
i was alone watching, a thousand trains leave a thousand platforms behind
caught in a storm, whistling a furious tune in curious concert with my mind
leaves fell far from fall, grass lost its spring
a parched, picket fence bawled beside a rose-less bushes' sting
amidst all this a rusted swing swayed without cause
beside the murderous perch of crows and their 'caws'
atop a gazebo
that someone stopped painting long ago
waiting for the return of a sun
that was somewhere beyond
too many grey skies to care
and I remember just standing there
beside an empty railroad track
hoping that final sigh that escaped me might bring you back
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