There was a suicide.
The trains stop running.
People crowd the platform.
A body crushed under the wheels of a speeding train.
You are selfish.
You are sad.
You are remembered as an inconvenience.
What did you want?
There’s always one this time of year, she says adjusting her sunglasses.
And it’s always during rush hour.
Impact. Significance. That’s what you wanted.
And I’m sorry this is how you had to get it.
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So sad….
I know. Happened about a week ago.
Oh… heartbreaking. … peace to you
The sad thing is, that it’s not a surprising occurrence. It happens and trains shut down and ppl are stranded and I’m sure anyone who witnesses it is traumatized. It’s just all sad and terrible
I can only imagine how traumatizing it would be to witness. I’ve seen this on TV or movies but I would never have thought it was common…. I think your poem reflects such truth. There are so many other ways… What other reason could it be… 😦
Superbly written!
Thank you so much
Agreed. Terrific.
Nice post. I remember that happening a long time ago. I was in the Clinton station waiting, finally gave up, disgusted, took the bus, found out the next day, felt ashamed. You don’t know what goes on in other peoples lives.
You don’t. And I am not insensitive to ppl’s pain. I struggle with my own demons. Everyone deals differently. And some ppl deal poorly.