The just-past-teenager
Smiles at her almost-lover
Blows a kiss,
And runs away.
The sun
Seeks solitude behind a cloud.
It is tired
Of biding its time.
But remaining luminous -
She giggles, and
Sighs,
Her stomach in knots -
Here one minute
Weeping the next -
So many tears
So much pain
She watches
As he boards the train,
And blows a tear,
Her almost-loved -
Winter is the destination.
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