To The Lady on the Train,
If I don't tell you that I miss
you, do you know it anyway?
If I fail to express the way your beauty moves me,
could you still see it from across a crowded room?
If I were to never again
tell you that I love you, would you still feel it always?
I miss you.
Your
beauty takes my breath.
I will always
love you.
Come what may.
The Man in the Station.
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