Not Forgotten Blank Pages of Notebooks (day 2702)

Though a design been made
She walked away
Rode the early train beyond
Sleeping city limits been had
Of her dear lover’s abode
She watched the skyline
Grow so gold
Missing not a ray
That shone right through
Triple glazed
Windows of her steel steed
Tears had formed
Of condensate
Rolling down the glass
Reminding her
To borrow time
Upon her sheets
A rhyme.

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