Striped lights lay across
Purple open curtains
With fragmented train tickets
Tucked in the table
When you said you loved me.
Unlit sunrises
Blinking behind clouds
Like an anonymous affair
Gone haywire
When you said you loved me.
Lost in days adrift
Crossing concrete deserts
And words like train journeys
Instead of a steaming hot coach
When you said you loved me
(Day 20 happened as a kinda sequel to Day 19 which described
the leaving of a holiday. This is on the journey back home)
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