• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 10
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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

this was more immediate,
Magical even,
One minute they were there
next minute..
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?