On a train
Where no one cares where I go
On a platform
You somehow reach me against the odds
We quarrel, we fight, until exhaustion
And the moment of my freedom
Just happens to be your moment of self
Moment of salt
And I bleed tears
Knowing the timing
It’s always the right time for tragedy
My tragedy
Your weekly release
Of salt
Takes a lot, I know
But it’s not enough
It’s not
What’s under the belt
It’s what’s under the skin
That you can’t ever
Understand
Understand
What’s another word for
Understand