Written by Emily Harstone | January 5, 2018
Where my love story all began .
Maybe it’s time to go now.
Footsteps echo louder when you’re alone.
Glowing steps, one pane then more.
The empty station mirrored his heart.
A quarter is a quarter dude
Despite promises, she never showed up.
As his train approached, he left.
There were no more journeys left.
The world still went on, somewhere.
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Where my love story all began .
Maybe it’s time to go now.
Footsteps echo louder when you’re alone.
Glowing steps, one pane then more.
The empty station mirrored his heart.
A quarter is a quarter dude
Despite promises, she never showed up.
As his train approached, he left.
There were no more journeys left.
The world still went on, somewhere.