Sometimes I Dream In Movies - Part Ii
My 50’s movie
continued
we were
on our way
to a
new place.
pulling up
in his
Valiant
he
insisted
to carry
my vintage
suitcase
We
seemed to be
at
a station
each train
had a different
name
Before
I
boarded
I had
to ask
‘What was
the reason
for all
the pain?’
He said
that it did not
matter
it was vital
for
us both
and I need to
focus
on the outcome
of my
fiercely
confident
amount of
growth
He
walked me
passed the
wooden
benches and
we stopped
right next to
the flag
This was
as far as he
could go
so
I nodded
my head
in appreciation
and then
I took
my bag
He bid me
farewell
and
tipped
his hat
with no
evidence
of strife
With no
looking back
I embarked
my train
aptly
named
“The next phase of my life”
Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley | Year Posted 2016
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