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Waiting For A Train

Empty Eve

By Mike DayPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Upon a late night

With stars twinkling far up above

A calm silence echoes through

Grand old halls

Heard by the only one present

Sitting and watching

As the clock tick-tocks by

With no other company there

To keep such an old figure warm.

But by his side

A small present

Shimmering with gift wrapping

Glossy paper crinkled ever so lightly

With a tag that reads “Susy.”

He holds it tighter

Looking up

The clock

Continues its tick-tock-tick.

Suddenly a voice can be heard

A voice coming through loud and free

And the last ride of the night

As it’s announced to be clear

And Closing.

He stands up

Shoes clattering on

The reflective floor

Stone angels outside

Sit atop this echoing chamber

Watching him

As he goes by

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