Its been a week and I can’t get you off my mind. I regretted not getting off at your station, immediately. The glances we held and smiles we shared between our cars, plays in loops in my mind. Remembering you stopped on the stairs as the train doors closed and pulled off, hurts. I get off where I last saw you (Hoyt-Schermerhorn) and wait sometimes, hoping I’ll find you. I look for you at all the stops. I hope this finds you.
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