he left her heart on the train underneath the newspaper he never thought to read busy thinking about the vagabond life questioning the theory of love how and why where and when
and so he got off that train without that newspaper left it where he left it and took a train to Boston 27 hours away from mile high the cold heart he left underneath that newspaper in window seat of the 15th row on the train
3 years later he got on a train looking for her heart gone without it where would he find it, that he once lost only hope resides on the train he now would take 28 hours 1 past mile high to the house he knew that heart would be
where do lost things go? not back from whence they came- of course- to where they belong
so he got on the train back to Boston and there it was the heart of the woman he lost found reading the paper he had never thought to read sitting in the window seat of the 15th row on the train