Taxi rank

 

Lonely she stands,

taxi rank

at station entrance.

Eyes sunk

under tears.

Mascara rivers

down cheekbone

canyons.

Freckled Islands.

Her red hair

sways.

Downward gaze,

hides her beauty away.

 

As the night rushes past,

like the blinding lights

of cars

zooming

too fast,

she looks at the clock.

Swollen eyes,

betray the beauty

of her longing gaze.

She just drowns

below the waves

of emotion.

 

Waiting

as the tears

trickle.

She exhales.

In her mind

she sails

over seas,

to far away isles,

where the sun only ever smiles

and dries the tears that ripple

like the waves

she wishes to be wading through,

rather than this

lonely station,

in the dead of night,

with the cold

chill wind

biting down on skin

soaked

in the icy midnight dew.

 

 

 

 

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