so i am here, yet again.
'wish i could be on a train far away.'
oh, i spend far too much time on trains. i tell her.
she smiles and says how about we fly.
i wrap my wings around her and close my eyes tightly.
i pray that she isn’t there when my eyelids spring back.
she’s on that train.
that train to nowhere, far from me.
that cold, unforgiving steel piercing her again and again.
she couldn’t fly away. even if she tried, she couldn’t soar above the wreckage.
i couldn’t cry hard enough. tears couldn’t be wet enough.
time couldn’t be short enough.
i refuse to look above – i know she isn’t there. she’s falling.
she’s nothing.
she’s gone.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
so i am here, yet again.
'wish i could be on a train far away.'
oh, i spend far too much time on trains. i tell her.
she smiles and says how about we fly.
i wrap my wings around her and close my eyes tightly.
i pray that she isn’t there when my eyelids spring back.
she’s on that train.
that train to nowhere, far from me.
that cold, unforgiving steel piercing her again and again.
she couldn’t fly away. even if she tried, she couldn’t soar above the wreckage.
i couldn’t cry hard enough. tears couldn’t be wet enough.
time couldn’t be short enough.
i refuse to look above – i know she isn’t there. she’s falling.
she’s nothing.
she’s gone.
first posted September 12, 2011.
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