Thirteen hours on a train, just to see your face -
looked for it in your hiding place;
Made my way through all the memories,
granted your fingers
permission to keener things

took the train,
    in Jesus’ name,
all the way to you;

‘was always you –

the blue,
          the “I’m through!”,
              the “who knew?”,
   and         the “…, too”;

you, as if I couldn’t see further,
you,
guilty as charged
for this 2nd ****** -
      this mind that cannot be un-******,
    one wall, so heavy, I’m stuck;

superseded,
    as you proceeded
to lie with both eyes,
             or
   pretend the love died,
long enough to see me cry;

  truth made to waste,
patience into haste,
       another love story gone wrong,
     jotted down, but not for long;

obliteration,
     translation - you