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[bleedpoetry]

Train to Penn Station

I always thought it would be fun to be the woman contemplating her life on the train. Reading books. Staring out the window. Mysterious and deep in thought. It’s not. I don’t feel like art and I don’t feel like a movie scene. I feel broken. I think of you as I watch the world fly by. I think of our children who will never be born. Their names and images we dreamed up are in a part of my brain I cannot forget, but somehow they are lost in translation. My heart aches as I think of the diamond ring in the box in the back of my closet that will never grace my finger again. I do not want to be bitter. You fell in love with me within months & fell out within moments. I remembering yelling “I love you” & I will never forget the silence that followed. That man is not you, and I have found peace in that. Maybe you got lost in translation, with our unborn children, with our love. I wish I could get lost too. I wish I could have been better. Maybe then you, or whoever he is, would have stayed.