Fell in love on the train
as he walked on board.
Voice ringing true with his past.
Saying ‘tree’ instead of three
when he clocked me five past noon, my hands turned.
No name known, but I knew him, you see.
‘My dear sir,’ I struggled to speak.
‘My dear sir,’ letting him know of our futured life.
‘My dear, sir,’
Mouth turning with his speech of last.
Laughs exchanged at the expense of our accents.
We met on the train, you see, right when the clock was planted tree.
I knew him and he would know me.
right through those very doors.
Our window ending
Walking down the platform, our future walking out of my mind.
Ah, young love.
So easily kindling to the flame, so easily destroyed just…
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