dressed in robes
colorless and white
of my own choice
hair tied in a bun
uptight!
a book in hand
a dangling bookmark
a scrap of paper
with a lipstick mark
awaiting at the platform
train to arrive
set for the transition
from sunshine to moonlight
a light baggage
of a story or two
all piled up, alongside..
a shuddering breath, a lone tear
I wait for you, tonight!
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