Eyes connect from across the aisle.
Two people,
Strangers,
Are able to hold each other up,
Just for a split second,
Seeing each others pain, knowing how much they hurt.
The brief relief from the pain is enough for one,
She goes home that night and calls her mother, crying, to forfeit the never-ending fight.
But it isn't enough for the other,
He goes home that night, but doesn't turn on the lights, because the dead don't see.
The next day, neither are on the train, each one saved in their own way.
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Turquoise Sunsets
PoetryA collection of my poetry. Some of them I am actually quite proud of, some of them I just wanted to write. There are a bunch of different styles and topics, and I hope that you enjoy! I will probably update at least once a week if not more. Not all...
