Platform Poems

Two pieces I wrote waiting for the train...


Three women seated as strangers
Paying the price for broken dreams, broken promises
Each knowing the pain of the other with no resolve
Broken hearts with too many pieces.


I hold you like this to forget.
You feel every knot and sigh in my back.
I am soft to you,
but too hard to hold, in truth
This is but a brief respite.
Brief, brief, brief, brief respite.
For now your rhythm fits mine.
For now.


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