We Part

train window reflection
/// expressionless ///
the wish to once again

be unencumbered

We travel light…

at stations wait the unexpected,
alone they leave to find the streets
that shape the patterns of the city,
the lifelines of a dying beast;

a silent tear,
a monument
to when we left
unwanted

What change will come from adding now just one more freckled yearner?

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