I Have Seen

i have seen her
she smiles at me
inside the glass window
of the train
and she waves her hand
and then the train goes on and on and on
like a thought throughout the night
her face dissolving
in an infinite darkness
i am not light myself
i look for sound inside the forest
of my words.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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