I was telling her
something.
But then I turned my
head to look at her, and I realized, I wasn't. I just imagined I did.
I then went to open
my mouth to tell her what I wanted, but I couldn't remember what it
was.
How did I get here?
Is this even real? Is she sitting right beside me, or is her
bewitching perfume the longing of a distant memory?
I am now alone, in
the middle of the rails.
Waiting to catch the
last train.
There is no light at
the end of the tunnel.
There is just more
tunnel.
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