Slanted sunlight streams through the Windows of the train as
I ride going south
light that helps create the haunted impression of upcoming
Halloween and though a dozen such seasons have passed it all still reminds me
of wen she left for greener and perhaps more pleasant pastures, though I still
feel the pain of her vacancy, like a missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle that
denies me the ability to see the whole picture
she too vital to the
outcome and whose absence continues to nag me all these years later-- what
happened through still reverberates through like circles of a stone dropped in
a pond less intense as time goes by
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