Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink

July 13, 2025

Last Train Home

I put on cologne
On the last train home
Lighthouses in the night
Winking across the rooms
Frayed wicks burning bright
But only for tonight
I’ll say goodbye to you
Then goodnight to the moon
My vacancy sign flickers
Neon light in the night
My road signs point out of town
To guide them on their way away

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Rowan

I am a man of words, and preferably those words left unspoken

2 responses to “Last Train Home”

Ittrika

August 6, 2025 at 10:03 am

~ Emotionally packed depth in the words , I admired … Thank you !

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1. Rowan
  
  September 1, 2025 at 7:12 pm
  
  Thank you friend
  
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