
Residue of Love
Mojo on the train
They were two bullet trains headed for one another A furiously spinning yin and yang It all came down to one moment
It is really just a fraction of a moment as the speeding trains pass each other Two lovers, each on the different trains pass within feet of each other
It is really just a fraction of a second It seems to be over in an instant yet that instant was a door into a long elaborate story
For the briefest millisecond the two lovers were an arm’s length apart but then they and their trains passed leaving only a faint residue of love
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