Don't look back? She asks as if shed spent a
long time waiting. Their shadows drew many
yards from the sun on the tracks. And what if I die?
He said like a man standing in the cold hard rain.
You don't have to worry--
We'll be in love forever. Her eyes stealing his soul.
The train raked in and the two lovers clutched close.
The hiss and steam blew fast. The train now dragging
the wind in it's past. She looked back, he stood there,
standing, alone, without warmth.
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