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A Blank Call

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English Poetry

Many things were left

to be shared with her

since the first meeting

in a local train.

 

We traveled

in the same train

for years.

 

I can’t remember

how many times

we met

but I can recall

how many times

we departed.

 

One day

she left the train

forever

then I knew

the meaning of a blank call.

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