Goodbye to Benedict 1970.
Miriam stood on the platform.
The train was almost out of sight.
Shan't see him again. Two weeks
then no more. The train had gone.
She turned and made her way out
of the station. She hated the thought
of not seeing Benedict again. They
had grown quite close in those two
weeks abroad. That time in Paris when
I fell asleep in his lap on the coach.
The radio was playing a piece by Beethoven.
So romantic. And that first time we made
love in San Sebastian in the tent and it
rained outside. Now he has gone home
too far away to meet again. She waited
for her bus. The dull sky looked like rain.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
Goodbye to Benedict 1970.
Miriam stood on the platform.
The train was almost out of sight.
Shan't see him again. Two weeks
then no more. The train had gone.
She turned and made her way out
of the station. She hated the thought
of not seeing Benedict again. They
had grown quite close in those two
weeks abroad. That time in Paris when
I fell asleep in his lap on the coach.
The radio was playing a piece by Beethoven.
So romantic. And that first time we made
love in San Sebastian in the tent and it
rained outside. Now he has gone home
too far away to meet again. She waited
for her bus. The dull sky looked like rain.
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