Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

Destination and a Dream


Photo courtesy of http://spacebus.deviantart.com/art/empty-train-seat-286387604
There isn’t  a train that hasn’t been cried on. 

I can see it now.
The calls get shorter.
The distance becoming longer.

At some point I stopped counting the stops altogether.
I quit creating the dates.

I just sit here riding,
I am simply just another passenger.
Just another face..
With a destination and a dream.

Then the tears fall.
They hang tight to the corner of my lip before they make their place on the,
Black vinyl between my thighs.

Yet, they won’t hang on like me.
They will dry up and disappear. 
And no one will know that I was here,
In this perch seat. 68.
Leaving my tears on this vinyl.

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