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Gone

Welcome to Day 21 of 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing, the creative writing challenge that 4 out of 5 [insert profession here] agree is the reason for [insert problem here]. Today’s prompt is Last Train,Β  and, it was CheesyMike’s idea. Don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you participated in today’s challenge before [insert attempt at humour here].

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Gone

subway tunnel, train, metro

I am alone on the platform.
Except for the rats.
He is gone.
The last thing he said to me was “I’ve made my decision.”
I guess I have too.
I wonder fleetingly if he’ll feel anything.
He is gone.
Why would he?
I don’t. I won’t. I can’t.
I see the lights in the tunnel.
The wind rushes past me, trying to push me away.
I push back.
The last train.
Deep breath.

I am gone.

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  • KZ

    That’s a mighty fine expression of loneliness, Nicky. You’re a better poet than you give yourself credit for.

  • That would work Nicky, if it wasn’t for the fact that the last metro leaves Montmorency in 30 minutes. That was the second to last train.
    Otherwise, what KZ said.

  • Don’t sweat it… I bet he had a grating laugh, anyway. Ahem… please forgive me. Marvelously written. Seriously!

  • What a mean guy to engineer a break up like that. Your poem is so sad, Nicky.

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  • That was hauntingly brilliant, Nicky. Now I’m sad, and feel like eating an entire carton of ice cream for breakfast.

  • Dang, I wish I’d written that. That’s really good, Nicky!

  • Shoot Honey, he wasn’t worth it. Now you’re gone? You better not be! I’m starting to prepare for your next visit!

  • If I were God…

    Perhaps …you were alone before he left.

  • My gorgeously talented poet, that was beautiful, and so sad..

  • I really love the poem format. I am surprised I never thought to use it. I will have to do that before this challenge is over.

  • So when you said you couldn’t write poetry, obviously, you were lying!

  • Thank you, KZ. I discovered it helps when you don’t actually TRY to write a poem. πŸ˜‰

  • It was the last train. The orange line went down after that. Otherwise, what I said to KZ. πŸ™‚

  • You’re absolutely right, Boom Boom. He had a very grating laugh. And a pot belly. πŸ™‚

    Thanks!

  • Groan! Not so sad you can’t find a pun for it!

  • Thank you for that high praise, LM. If it makes you feel better, I’m not sad and I always feel like eating an entire carton of ice cream for breakfast. Pass the mint chocolate chip, won’t you?

  • Thank you so much Linda!

  • They never are worth it, are they? No worries, I’m here and I’m fine and I’m looking forward to that next visit!

  • Perhaps. You’re pretty smart, God. πŸ™‚

  • Thank you, Lemmikki. It’s a good thing CheesyMike’s stocked up on Kleenex…

  • By all means, Becca! It’s a creative writing challenge so feel free to get creative! πŸ™‚

  • Nope. It seems the best way to write poetry is to NOT try to write poetry. πŸ™‚

  • Oh! Gotcha!

  • Um… well, sheesh. I hope things get more and more cheery as I read on. Good writing, Nicky.

  • This was both beautiful and tragic, Nicky, in a way I struggled to capture in my own. Fantastic. Indigo x

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  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    And here you were just saying you didn’t like poetry…

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