A memory with a new found relevance

[bad_mannar]

Standing on the platform
in the cold rain alone.
Waiting for the arrival
of the last train home.
With the rain beating
hard against the ground.
A soft deluge on the roof,
a most beautiful sound.
And as I sat safe and dry
infront of the station,
I asked my self if I thought
I could find redemption
in returning to the place
that I left behind
to

Comments

[sorajima]

bwah! a fellow poet!

i loved it. surriously.

i have nothing but praise to award!