train

The nighttime train leaves a stale taste in my mouth
Every night I lay, hoping to be captured by It before dark turns to day
The rails are grey as it travels south, back to where we used to be
I know its fake, but I’m still going to stay
My train eases into a still comfort, and once again there you are
I smile and join your side as we walk to the edge of time’s mount
My chance is short, and there’s only time for a quiet conversation
Tonight the sky hangs a single star, and that’s what I want to talk about
I point up and look to see if you’re following my gaze, this is special
You laugh and point down into the gulf where an ocean of lights have fallen and lay broken
Our time is over I hear you think,
My neck snaps around only to see the train remains. The train hasn’t left and tonight can still be used
And so, for the first time in this grey, I speak
Please, this grey world has grown me dreary, and I find it carries over to the other side. Please stop
A look of pity in your eyes, and a slight hope of my own shoots into my throat. Is this the day it ends?
The pity lasts for a moment, and then vanishes. You look back up at the remaining star, the last hope.
And you turn, and you walk away.
I hear the trains engine begin to churn, and know its my chance to leave this place. The night has come to an end
Maybe tomorrow night you’ll listen.
I take one lasts look into the nights remaining star and notice its brightness has diminished vaguely since I’ve been here.
I close my eyes and begin the journey back