vancouver bc by anelephantcant
he sits silent on the greyhound
as it slowly moves downtown
the past is close behind him
treading on his shoes
his mind is filled with emptiness
leaving vancouver blues
he sits pensive on the greyhound
as it travels south at speed
the past is left behind him
dirt falling from his shoes
his soul crowded with loneliness
leaving vancouver blues
some places leave a mark on you
some people do that too
some places you have never been
some you want to go back to
some people you have never seen
some people that you miss
some people you might think about
your mind will not dismiss
a fleeting thought an untouched hand
no words no might have been
the past is far behind him
like laces from his shoes
his heart is choked with nothingness
leaving vancouver blues
vancouver bc by anelephantcant
anelephantcant 
One of your best. Definitely one of my favorites. I can feel the sadness creeping in, thickening as the greyhound moves further and further away. There is a hypnotic rhythm to this poem like a running engine in repetitivewords and cycles. Truly superb.
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AnElephant thanks Emmy for her kindness and support.
He confesses that this is one of his favourite pieces too.
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Dear Elephant,
Such longing in these verses. Touching and well done. I’ve come to look forward to hearing your voice on Saturday.
Hugs and Shalom,
Rochelle
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AnElephant is moved by the kindness of his friend.
He is happy that she gets pleasure from his spoken words.
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