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Readingby Josyf Hayda10 Dec 2015

I’ve watched a million
trains leave
the station without me;
the passengers wave
their
stark
white
handkerchiefs
in farewell and bon voyage;
their arrows fall on my heart
as I watch the unravelling
helpless,
slow
to lift into
the wind,
a rock in
the stream attacking the current.

its like the note I left you
that said
“I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday.
I was wrong.”
you could probably fill
the Empire State Building
with my notes
but still they come,
taped to your car door
the bathroom mirror,
the refrigerator.
as true as the weather.

25 FEB 15