Memories in monochrome, raw and real
tasting the steam in my throat
Platforms awash with tears that they steal
the longing lingers on still. . .
A child’s despair in a world so tall
knowing she was out of my reach
Time can’t diminish the echoes of all
those carriages pulling away.
"Raw and real" completely captures this, a great poem about something so moving. x
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