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From: "Love T.K.O."
Train
The 01:01 homeward fires up and ticks over
on a cold 13th platform of a winter Victoria.
Too anxious to sleep, I comb this 13th carriage
and the shuttered ticket office for you and your baggage.
Instead, the car is throng with the luggage of all
nations,
the tagged and stickered passengers claiming all spaces.
But Ive held the seat beside me with an unread
Times
which I'll rip and spray like ticker-tape when you arrive.
You knew where to meet me. I made it very clear.
Can I gather by your absence you dont want to be here?
With my deepest and my darkest, I cup my face against
the glass.
The hope that weighs inside me is probably my last
because the bitter nights around me and the
time for tellings now
and the station clock is moving and this train will soon pull out.
And if this train leaves without you, Ill know
you wont be coming,
and if youre not in this seat beside me then this journey
will mean
nothing.
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