Since we have drifted there is a huge hole in the middle of my life. Vacuums do not exist for long and what rushes in to fill the void is just an ache. Time once spent in happiness is now just measured in sighs and the flashes of coffee spoons. Perhaps it is just entropy... Perhaps it is way things were meant to be...
Come what may I will love you...
Always...
Published and unpublished Shout Outs to The Lady on the Train from The Man in the Station.
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In Toronto, there is a nightly news magazine called T.O. Night aimed at the commuter crowd. One of the
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
features that it contains is a section called Shout Out where readers can send a short message, rant, note...
to someone, or to anyone...
I started sending Shout Outs to the woman that I am in love with. Not all of them are published in
T.O. Night - and once the magazine is tossed, so too is the shout out...
Here are most of the shout outs that I have submitted - and some of my other writings to
The Lady on the Train...
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