Fly Away

Waiting at train stops

Watching trains wisp by in a blur

I can see their faces

Wishing one of them were mine

.

A black bird sings

Singing a lonely tune

Reaching out to me

Asking me to fly away

.

I close my eyes

Thinking of long forgotten roads

Roads that have fallen off maps

Waiting to be found

.

Silence jolts me from my thoughts

The train is no longer to be seen

Only the yearning remains

The black bird has flown away

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Originally posted July 3, 2015

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