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Mar 2014
She boards the train
It's her daily routine
She has done this trip
Could do it in her sleep
Today feels no different
Just another trip to the city
But from the corner of her eyes
She sees a man sitting

She looks up
And without warning
Her heart skips a beat
There's a stranger
Instantly she's aware of him
In the opposite seat

He looks disheveled
He looks world class
And the only thing he has in his possession
is his boarding pass

He is looking out the window
And playing with a rip in his jacket
And she's unsure how the other passengers
can't hear her heart
Making a god awful racket

He doesn't look at her
Doesn't no she exists
she stares the whole time
Her eyes can only see him

He looks like he's from another era
A different part of the world
And his soft features have a charm
And her head is in swirls

She has missed her stop
Most Of the passengers dispersed
She doesn't even think about being late for work

She is entranced and obsessed
She's spell bound and possessed
The strangest feeling
On board this morning train
She doesn't even notice that outside it's begun to rain

The train reached the last station
The drivers voice
chimes through the speaker
The trains final destination
And it has reached it

She stumbles out of her chair
Fixes her hair
She's out of her element
But doesn't really care

She opens her lips
Her eyes on his
He faces her
Theirs confusion on his

She quietly whispers
"Sir this is the last stop "
And he looks pleased with himself when he replies
" well miss"
" best you be getting off"

As heavy as her feet are
She turns them away
And just when she starts to leave
He said "miss excuse me "
"what did you say ?"

"I'm sorry sir for the rudeness
But I was telling you the train has terminated "
He looked at her puzzled
And said
"I'm sorry could I have a minute "

Sure "
she stood uncomfortable
Yet happy for the time
Her head and heart beat were in a rapid decline

He raised his chin
And asked
Miss can you see me ?

She said
Sure I can
I can't stop looking

He looks confused
But lightly amused
He leans casually against the train post

He whispers with his beautiful lips
She leans in closer to listen

" miss .... But I am a ghost "

I've been on this train for many
years
I died in this very seat
The man that killed me
Was where you sat
Directly opposite me "

Feeling light headed
She fell from her feet
And landed into his arms

He said no one had ever seen me
Or spoken to me
And I never take notice anymore

I can't believe I missed it  
When someone so beautiful entered through the train doors

But you must go now
And he kissed her lips
The trains terminated
I'm awful sorry sweet miss

Collecting herself she walked to the doors
And watched them as they
slowly close
He watched her in amazement
Through the rain on the window

She looked at  the train
number
It was number 7'11

She thought how ironic since theirs a soul on it
That hasn't quite made it to heaven

She searched for that train every single day
And when she finally found it
He wasn't there
He was watching from a distance
He just couldn't resist her

He knew she was searching
Felt her sadness in the air

But he also
knew to her it wouldn't be fair

She caught that same train
Every single day
Hoping for one more glimpse
But she knew it was never to be
And so did he
As ghosts love just doesn't  exist x
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