The train comes close, huffing a puff of gray
My heart a numb and shattered piece of ice
My back’s turned to her as she boards away
The last of her packages, her supplies
The clouds above a silver, hoary black
But when the train’s last cry the air did blade
I turned to look at it behind my back
But sadly far off like mist it did fade
But then an urge took over my wan heart
And I began to run after that train
Just like a famished wolf, just like a dart
But only then I realized I’m insane
For trying this fast train to catch, tis tough
A deed, just like trying to catch torn love