last train

 

taking

walks holding

hands shaking

cold

under tents of dark it’s ok

we

don’t know anyone here

only

sidewalks

stretching out to places we wish we were

corners

of other worlds where

we are not what we are

but until then—-stay

while the last train leaves

whirring

above our heads

barreling on

to fields of stars

walking home

alone now I’m

thinking of things bursting apart

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