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The train stops in front of me first of the morning get on the last car and walk quietly to the end of the row a lone passenger sits in the aisle across from me they wear only a thin coat even though the morning is cold and damp It takes a moment to notice that the only foot prints down the aisle are mine made of slow melting snow, it clings to my shoes I wonder about that for a second... but it’s early and the thought is brushed away leaving only the silence No one else gets on the train with us just the lone passenger and I sitting silently an impossible silence The train runs along the track and I chance to look over at the lone passenger they are looking back at me unblinking, their face is weather worn and tired from life, long and hard I want to look away, turn back and watch the darkness passing outside the window but they smile before I can been worse, they say it softly as we look at each other they nod slowly both to themselves and me yes been worse they repeat we sit again in that impossible silence I open my mouth to question the statement question the words of this lone passenger who passes through the world without leaving any foot prints in slow melting snow but my words die before they have passed my lips The automated announcer calls out my stop and the train slows I get off and turn to look back at the lone passenger with the weather worn face but the row is empty There are no foot prints following mine out of the train door No other foot prints in the slow melting snow Again they have passed without leaving any I stand on the platform watching the train pull away as I stand there alone the words echo in my mind Been worse... yes it has been, so much worse but not anymore I still leave foot prints in slow melting snow not too worn to smile Been worse... but not anymore not anymore
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
Been worse
The train stops in front of me first of the morning get on the last car and walk quietly to the end of the row a lone passenger sits in the aisle across from me they wear only a thin coat even though the morning is cold and damp It takes a moment to notice that the only foot prints down the aisle are mine made of slow melting snow, it clings to my shoes I wonder about that for a second... but it’s early and the thought is brushed away leaving only the silence No one else gets on the train with us just the lone passenger and I sitting silently an impossible silence The train runs along the track and I chance to look over at the lone passenger they are looking back at me unblinking, their face is weather worn and tired from life, long and hard I want to look away, turn back and watch the darkness passing outside the window but they smile before I can been worse, they say it softly as we look at each other they nod slowly both to themselves and me yes been worse they repeat we sit again in that impossible silence I open my mouth to question the statement question the words of this lone passenger who passes through the world without leaving any foot prints in slow melting snow but my words die before they have passed my lips The automated announcer calls out my stop and the train slows I get off and turn to look back at the lone passenger with the weather worn face but the row is empty There are no foot prints following mine out of the train door No other foot prints in the slow melting snow Again they have passed without leaving any I stand on the platform watching the train pull away as I stand there alone the words echo in my mind Been worse... yes it has been, so much worse but not anymore I still leave foot prints in slow melting snow not too worn to smile Been worse... but not anymore not anymore
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
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