There is something about this poem that plucks the heartstrings.

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

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I stand
at the station
awaiting a train
Any train will do
since I cannot recall
where it is I come from
or where it is I am going
The picture in the album
of me standing beside you
I carry with me constantly
as though we might cross
paths on some city street
and you would say to me
‘There you are My Love’
We would find a table
Share a cup of coffee
and you would tell
me who I was
back when

“The train is gone. It is too late.” ~ Oscar Wilde

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