Her name is mine and for ten years
I made a living of arriving when
I was scheduled to be somewhere
Every other time I show up
is because I choose to be here.
The dark trains scream by my patio.
The noise is silence to me but
last night it woke me up
I could feel the light it carried
Every single compartment was lit.
Tonight has bled into the morning
and I am listening to sounds
I have never heard
I dream of entering your dreams
that wake you up thinking of her
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