-- Looking out the
same window,
for all these years.
Horizons swept away.
Every day -- gone!
Journeys remembered
destinations forgotten.
--- Boarding the Metro
at Quai de la Gare...
The tang of
burnt rubber
and last night's
late hour,
sweeps the length
of the platform.
The look on her face
betrayed nothing --
except her husband.
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