A TRAIN STORY

It’s a chilly evening,
On an August,
Clea shy ! Right?
So he’s seated in a train,
it’s almost deserted,it’s just
Him and his shadow,

To take you back,
earlier that morning was
his first day out of Prison,
It was to be a good day, he thought,
Afterall,he had someone to get back to,
As he took a last glimpse in his cellblock
he felt how his cells had grown a bond to that Place,
It felt strange that day;
a scared feeling was growing on him,

People said Prison was hell,
To him prison was a kinder reality,
the day’s troubles were sufficient for the day,
But as they say;Prison has a way of keeping you in Prison,
He didn’t believe in much,but
one thing he knew was Love,
A Love that always renewed a glimpse of hope,
The face of his Beautiful wife
helped him face legions,
They Synced,
She held together his sky
He’s never sunk,

As he walked outside those iron gates,
He felt a wave, waving by
he wasn’t sure if it was a goodbye,
But later that day as he stood by his wifes dead body
Tears tore down his face,
her face still full of anticipation,
though disfigured from the Crash;
She was racing to him;only a mile away,
Now they’re just one steps down from a thousand apart ,
So he’s seating in a Subway train,
Lost in Himself,
Probably lost forever,

Poet Rays?.