The Missed Train

there is this version for him and

another, and the other will

be this version, for her

the insurgence of now

no matter, the fire where it

burned, the embers remain

of a long pause and now

breathe.

wisdom, I laugh

no pain, no gain

and I lie here when I say

there is a another train to catch

I will never reach

the same place

I will never know the place again

when it is bathed in us

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