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Train Ride Home

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inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip

on the train ride home 
your smile flashed between buildings, 
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell 
if it was the spark in your eye 
or the streetlights beaming 
onto the dark streets. 

i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine, 
those bedroom eyes 
that whispered “bring me 
to your hotel.” 

we weren’t made for cheap 
sex, we were poets 
who felt everything down 
to our souls.  
it wasn’t just one night with another, 
it was our lives coming together. 

your smile chased me 
between the streets. 
your breath next to mine 
will always be the one thing 
that sends me off 
to the sweetest dreams.



◄ just couldn't be

listen to her ►


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