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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