The Train in Albuquerque

I felt like I had been left behind

The train took off while I stood in line.

I was crying, just lost in the faces.

I was crying.

Standing near the tracks,

I choked on the thick exhaust.

that lingered behind to keep me company.

I walked the tracks alone that night.

in my autumn misery.

The wind was unforgiving, like a series of slaps to my face.

I was strong enough to push you away.

yet somehow,

I weakened and thought of you.

My memories of a broken home

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