Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The City of New Orleans


I remember getting on that train to visit you.
We were in college.
I remember packing my duffel bag.
I remember how my jacket fit.
I remember how quiet campus was in that early hour.
The train platform.
The tired family.
The conductor.
My ticket.
You. Then and now. You.

I love you.

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