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1/20/2014 6:09:07 PM

Chad Weeks
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The engine roared as from it steam poured
Rain drops hissed as the black metal they kissed

All filed out as the suited man began to shout

One man stood alone
Nervous but never checking his phone

A glance back he took,
Just one look

A glance at another life,
but you only get one
And here is where his begun
He repeated as he climbed aboard
The glance back seeming more absurd

But still was made
And these never fade

From the windows dark of night
Soon this town will be out of sight

His mind wonders away
Longing for the beginning of a new day

Long ago he paid his fee
But still able to see
To see a Sunday service
A little boys glance with a purpose

Shaking his head
As if to forget all that was said

As the suited man ask for his pass
The glance he can’t surpass

Memories crash his face
Like the icy rain covering this place
They are so clear

Shooting to the heart of his fear
As his body begins to steer
They are but a few
A little boy in a church pew
-Years later
The apologized for kiss
As he prayed not to miss
The long goodbye
Where she began to cry

His car door he shuts
As on word he struts

A lifetime ago
A girl he came to know
From across the isle
He saw her smile
Stealing the first glance
But never taking a chance

Tonight it happened once again

He saw his dreams
But it wasn’t as it seems

It wasn’t a ticket to a new place

But the sunlight bouncing off her face
It wasn’t a new town
But something he long ago found

So as the rain fell all around
Her door he started to pound

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