She may love me and loathe me with all that she is.
She may hold and bend,
Angle and fight,
Release and wait.
She may stand on the shore helpless as I drown.
She may by the force of her will be more than a shadow.
Even with all these contentments, there is no joy.
Even with all these undeserved gifts, she is not you.
Published and unpublished Shout Outs to The Lady on the Train from The Man in the Station.
About this blog
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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