A Love Letter For No One

April 17, 2007

I know you are there. Somewhere. You just have to be.

In my mind I can see you in that dark and gloomy train station. Sitting on a bench. Waiting for the train to come while stealing occasional glances, jealously, at the couple sitting beside you. As they, oblivious to your singular presence, proudly declare their unflinching love in their own private world. While you are there. Left alone. Sitting on a bench. Waiting. Wondering why all these years all the men that come up to you are all those who are destined, only, to say goodbye.

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