A handkerchief white...

'Happy journey friend!'
He said before he left the train...
At a station blank...
Only on the wooden plank
Within the train where she slept
He a handkerchief left...
A hanky simple and white
With a fragrance light...
Several stations after the event
When her eyes she opened
She found the hanky male
By her lying like a tale...
Then she realized
Whatever her teased
In her dream with ease
Was damn good real and true!
But by then
The stupid foolish train
Had jumped quite a few stations
In its monstrous motion...
Only the dream stayed late
With her lonely fate
And she carried the hanky white
Close to her bosom...a pain...slight...


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