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Girl, platform 9,

Hull Paragon station,

I used to see her every day
I knew she was nice
in the nicest of ways.
Not too tall not too slim
dressed for work
smart and trim.
She would smile I would nod
but neither spoke
the unspoken rule neither broke.
Every day I checked her hands
for engagement ring
or wedding band.
I knew we'd meet when the time was right
laugh with our friends at our morning rite
Then one day she wasn't there.
I didn't know why didn't care.
I only knew it hurt a lot
and though time healed
I never forgot.

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