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BY:CATHERINE VALDEZ
Station Manger
I was old enough to know
that your heart was a train station,
that the doors to your sanity
were hanging on their hinges.
There was an absence of light when
the last of it left down the stony steps
of your ribs, dragging rusted chains
over the entrance
And I was there in the stark
mornings with the key, just a child
with a swaying lantern and the knowledge
of picking locks.
In those early years,
you told me I was the keeper of that place.
I was the one to make those predetermined
schedules run on time - and billow into the nighttime
B. Identify the poet and to whom is the poem addressed.
Author: Catherine Valdez
Address to her special someone