He was about


Ocean eyes

Depressing life

Full of lies

He was like a train station

Always full, moving around

But at times entirely empty with no transport

He writes scripts on the back of his hands

had belongings from lovers all around his house

So many people walking in and out

Going in different directions

Some dropping litter

Some leaving tips

Some lost and have nowhere else to sleep

Some begging for change

Some just getting off to get the next train

Mostly unguarded

Then guarded from unnecessary danger

His mind huge

But unable to control it

His vocabulary vast

But doesn’t own it

He was my favourite train station

Left me in wonder

Too big to understand

And too noisy to stick around

But I love him

Always will.

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