Rendezvous a blank page

Rendezvous a blank page

The young girl smiled at him at the train station
inspired by his infatuation
He would go and long be gone love in wait
She would write everyday
Then he woke up and realized no such encounter was made

The letter in his hand was an unpaid bill
As he day dreamed softly by the windowsill
So he packed his bags and unpacked his mind
She once made fly the feather of his quill
Passion often severed by complacency and time
Now a blank page looms white a reality pill