she had been there


the midnight train arrived early tonight
and I was running an hour late

I wasn’t even sure if she was on it
all I had was a telegram and no promise
sent from chicago to philadelphia
a few short days ago

I walked into the station and found a place
to stand still
catching my breath
loosening my neck like an eagle

so it seemed all the baggage handlers
were now focused on eager
departing passengers

I took the telegram out of my back pocket
unfolded and slowly breathed it in

after breathing out
I inhaled a second time
and closed my eyes

march two thousand sixteen
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