The rumbling of the 6:55 train for Toronto

[pphaneuf]

I was walking home. As I was arriving at the corner near my place, I was looking at the dark blue sky, thinking of beautiful it was. I couldn't help but feel like this was familiar, somehow... I took off my headphones and I heard the rumbling of the 6:55 train for Toronto closing in. As it passed by my street, I grinned a wide grin, and reminded myself of being right there, about a year ago. But my love isn't on that train. Really, it never was: my love was, is, and always will be, in me.