SoulReserve

Terminus

And we love,
each other,
the only way we know;
Through hands of smoke,
through eyes,
that never speak,
through lips,
that remain sealed;
Seated besides one another,
on the bench we share,
waiting for the train to come,
until one of us
has to leave…

© soulreserve 2015

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