I'm getting on a train
as it pulls into the station.
I get on.
Its warm, cosy and above all relaxing.
I look outside.
Snow begins to fall.
I'm sad.
The train huffs and puffs.
I hear a whistle
and the train begins to move.
I lay my head against the window
watching the world fly by.
Trees, Buildings and Roads
scatter to and from my eyes.
A tear rolls down my face.
The Conductor stomps towards me.
Working face, tightened tie, father of four.
I hand him coins, in return for a ticket.
I glance, before slotting it away.
Minutes feel like years.
They pass at the speed of a snail.
I arrive. Central station.
Sobbing, I head to a bridge.
I remove my diamond ring, throwing it in the water.
The water of hell.
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