Cold air sweeps the station's steps
and up the train platform
where I wait, gleaning crowds to make
your face among covered-heads
in fedoras and shawls
Last train pulls in, people rush off
in a joyful frenzy, greeting loved ones,
friends, even in-laws -
but among them, you are absent
The platform empties, I'm left
standing, alone, pining memories that
no longer seem to belong to me
So I find a bench, set myself down,
the weight of my thoughts as anchor,
Realizing you left not by train, but on a ship that set sail, long ago...
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