Train to Paris
It was winter before I found you-
the shadows of white sky, sleeping fields,
and the phantoms of trees:
a passing train
of tired people,
two little boys sharing a seat
while their parents cling to the bars
and each others eyes,
with a loneliness.
The way the mother looks at her two sons
and up to greet her husband,
as if all this was worth it,
that they have given it all up.
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