Category : Poems

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Once a month I wait at the train station number 12, I wait for my lover, I would be happy to go home and make him some supper

I only see him once a month which means I don’t see him that often, everytime I See him  my face softens

I soften because I love him deeply, each time i see him it deepens, his love for me is deep which also deepens. 

He can only stay a day we are not accepted to love each other he is due to marry another 

He does not love her he loves me, but I have to except and he has to accept that there will never be a us, we both see

As he drifts apart from my hand at station 12 I shed a tear as I cry as I say my good byes