End of the Line

I made it to your train stop in my dreams last night. It’s the closest I’ve come since I saw you last. No one made this easy on me. No one. I had plenty of opportunities to take the train but I was always afraid I wouldn’t see you at the end of the line. I don’t know that anyone is at the end of the line but me. You didn’t even greet me in my dream. I slept in a bench. Waiting. Always waiting.

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