Station Ghost

Staring at those sad train tracks my
head aches for you. I look down on
them and start to imagine the pain you
went through. Then again I try to think
you went fast ,there was no pain but, I
can only hope so. It 93 degrees outside
but suddenly I feel so cold. I start to
talk out loud, now I can feel your spirit
here. I tell you how much I miss you and then I start to fear. How can your
infamous warm spirit now be soul
freezing. Tell me why do I have to
grieve you, but only if there's good
reason. There is not one and will never
be nothing that can make you a giver. I'll sit a while and wait anyway but
hurry, I shiver.

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