The train barreled along, passing through the shore of some forgotten beach full of untouched nature and long lost secrets of love.  
There was a humble sort of beauty to it, like a treasure hidden in the sheets – a child’s tiny first lost tooth, or the shy underwear from the first night with a first love, or the crinkled letter your grandma keeps under her pillowcase to remind her how much your grandpa loved her.  
It was marshy, the sunken skin of the ocean left a perfect mixture of land and sea at the bottom of your feet and on the reflecting canvas of your pupils.  
An old shirtless man with a great white beard and blue pocketed shorts stood in the far left of the abyss, hunched over and sifting through the mysterious marsh mixture, stirring the sand spell with a broken white shell.  
The train snuck past the scene but my eyes followed that man until he became a piece of my past and my soon-to-be yesterday
Every part of me longed to be beside him, feeling that cold shock of pumping blood from Earth’s surface.  
Forgetting for a while that my feet were strung to this place, tied only by the knot of some strange force that belonged to a universe I didn’t really know and wasn’t really sure what I was doing in
To instead just smell the air and feel the breeze and thank every particle that danced around my lost bones that I could do just that.
Too bad the train I’m on doesn’t make a stop there.