A painful hiss in my ear
i am hushed
in my solitude
I think of what you mean to me

the train pulling in
its a screeching pity

maybe you torture me so
the rest 
of it
can be shrugged off

the weight of you like eternity
or the flutter of a moth

leaving me
alone again
they scurry away through the station

distant thoughts
waft by like smoke
in silence

i needed space to watch it clear away
you gave me plenty, all the time

and you and i
we live alone
old friends but lost

the tracks cross but the train doesn't stop
at both stations

i sit and contemplate
why you made me feel that way

how you can be so open to me
and then
distant like a forgotten past

you are always cruel
and yet never wrong

i stand, cross the platform to the tracks
the old rusting train looks like

having been through a war
with passengers starving, hanging onto its sides
calling out to peasants in the fields
for hope, for love, for something

that it can't last, until the next stop
survive
until i reach you
until i am found