The Last Train

by Harry

 

.

When the last train

With its evening steam
Left on that winter day,
You were on it.

And there were so many
Things I wanted to say to you

There were moments
We lived I want to laugh —
Ask if you remembered.

But, in my black overcoat,
I waited
By the tracks alone. And —

As I listened: The whistle
Cut the night.

.
by: John Feaster

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