he stood gazing through the glass
as you set separated staring back
your fingers reached up touched the pane
tip to tip caressing each other
together but alone, feeling only glass
the train moved, he sighed and walked away
his face softened with loving pain
he's going to miss you
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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i really love this.
it's so sad.
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