Everything...
Is temporary.
And I alone carry this burden in which
No one—NO ONE
Can understand.

They don’t know!
That while they laugh
I cling to every note, keeping them like fireflies in a jar,
For looms the morn where darkness fills my ears
And their faces run like chalk in the rain

They don’t know
How actions feel brittle like seashells—
Their impacts; meaningless.
Their tomorrows, as far as the moon
For the future they create
I will not be there for it

They don’t know
What life beyond the train is like
But I do—raised in the fields blurring past
As I stare out the window knowing that
Soon I will no longer journey with them
Oh how even joy cuts sharp
when you know it won't last.

They don’t know
How I rehearse my farewell

They don’t know
They don’t know
They don’t know
And I can’t tell them