Station Agent

I’ll be listening to this track
for years to come
waiting for the train
to take me to you

It’s gone
and we know it
your olive branch broken
with little pomp

Unfamiliar cruelty
worked into words
I thought I knew
a love that scares me still

That last receipt
I’ve read a hundred times
read the day I sent it
never to reply

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