Through glass is easy
in skylight foray,
I see him tomorrow, though never today.
In hindsight is simple
pity whenever, will never be thine.
Calling on echoes
something is sad, when someone is missed.
a train has left town to simply create.
runs for the trees,
colouring eyes, dressing to please.
Seeing was easy
when you know what to say
he was once here tomorrow, but never today.
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