silver hair.
sublime in dress
and looks.
well manicured.
a bag beside his
polished shoes.
he's riding the train home
from the city.
no need to look out the window
at the passing
land.
he's tired
and leans with the movement
of the car
against the rails.
he was here when we
boarded.
he'll be here when we
depart.
he's always been here
in some way.
leaving
and returning.
as we all do.
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