what is it to be sad?
My eyes were wet....
yet you asked.
what is pain?
I was weeping...
yet you asked.
what is parting?
you were alighting
yet you asked...
I wanted to hold her hand...
I was looking at her
I wanted her to look back...
she moved away...and the
train moved between us..
and I knew...now
I could answer all her questions.
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