title

the train left the station
in a mist and a dream
no turning back
can't tear out pages
or take back the book
read the story
played the scenes

silently waiting
speak to those things
sitting dormat
until a moment
of maturity
motion made still

how shall time speak
those unspoken opportunities
left overs too full keep
found in luggage
left unopened
from long ago
gathering dust for a
too soon passing