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Loss

03 Apr

 

 

Sometimes

missing someone

you have lost

is like being

at a railway station

watching strangers

pour out of carriages

until they are empty

realising the face

you long to see

isn’t there

will never be there

at any time

on any platform

on any train.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

I first posted this a year ago. It does not really change.

Art by Steve Hanks

 
8 Comments

Posted by on April 3, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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8 responses to “Loss

  1. Romina

    April 3, 2019 at 12:50 pm

    That’s exactly how it feels.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  2. libbyhyett

    April 3, 2019 at 1:11 pm

    Excuse me

    On Wed, 3 Apr 2019, 11:48 PM A Faded Romantic’s Notebook Romantic Dominant posted: ” Sometimes missing someone you have lost is > like being at a railway station watching strangers pour out of carriages > until they are empty realising the face you long to see isn’t there will > never be ” >

    Liked by 1 person

     
  3. CuteFaceAI

    April 3, 2019 at 2:04 pm

    Yes, exactly that.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  4. thereluctantpoet

    April 5, 2019 at 12:43 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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