The train draws into the station
Finally reaching its destination
He stood watching from afar
Gaunt with grief stricken scar
Every Tuesday he would wait
Till the last train even when it’s late
Yet his hopes are dashed again
She is never in the train
He recalls her cherubic face
Her swinging pigtails and teeth in a brace
Lost forever in the crowd
On that fateful Tuesday overcast with storm clouds
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