Monday, January 10, 2011

but it's too late!

the last train
will pull out of the station
five minutes before you set down your book
and consider meeting me
by then i'll be watching the country slip away from the back window-
a book in my hands?
identical to the one that you
picked back up
when you decided that I was bluffing
when I said I'd leave.
and I will be halfway across the state
when you finish the book
frown at the emptiness of our apartment
and pick up the phone

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