Left Behind
Once the trains were full
stuffed with commuters
sweaty strap-hangers
wishing they were
somewhere else,
anywhere else.
Well they got their wish
and it wasn’t the pandemic
that did it - not that one
anyway.
No,
this was more immediate,
Magical even,
One minute they were there
wishing,
next minute..
Poof
as if
someone waved a wand.
They’ve vanished!
Where to?
Who can say when
there’s no one left
to say
no one left to know
only the objects are left behind,
the ordinary and the incongruous
left behind to tell their story.
Are you listening?
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