The train moves faster than I thought,
I look up to the
rest of them all,
Sited in twos
smiles written in their faces,
There gazes and
moving lips are tormenting,
I look up to the
blue sky through the window,
Doves and crows
flying in twos,
Peaches pat their
feathers by the tree twigs.
The seat beside me
is empty and the extra train ticket reads Jane Doe.
You swore you would
come,
You told me I was
written in your soul,
You said our names
were written in the stars.
Suddenly the train
comes to a halt,
The voice over announces,
“We’ve come to the
end of the journey,”
While did I go to
this journey alone?
The rest alight
happy holding hands,
No, I will not
alight take me wherever.
Cause I’m just a train-wreck.
A lonely train-wreck.
-Weaver
