"Ticket please" flatly states the conductor,
looking past - not at me - toward the distant west.
"Tell me," I nearly ask "does her image fuel
that furnace in your chest?"
Oh well, instead of bothering to try
I simply nod and let him pass me by
and slowly I turn my thoughts west -
to you.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
"Ticket please" flatly states the conductor,
looking past - not at me - toward the distant west.
"Tell me," I nearly ask "does her image fuel
that furnace in your chest?"
Oh well, instead of bothering to try
I simply nod and let him pass me by
and slowly I turn my thoughts west -
to you.
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