Stopped at a train crossing,
you told me about yourself
in a way that I had not known.
Softly you touched my hand,
whispering forgotten words.
But in an instant,
the train rushed by.
We stopped looking at each other,
then you asked me if it was a sign.
Come back to talk to me about yourself,
to talk about the heart,
about forgotten things.
No! You looked at me laughing.
You stayed there silent—
silent as I have known you.
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Stopped at a train crossing,
you told me about yourself
in a way that I had not known.
Softly you touched my hand,
whispering forgotten words.
La lalalalalala ...