I can't remember when the earth turned slowly.

this blog, apparently is just a bunch of poems now.
ah well.


Amtrack 353 Wolverine.

The light cuts through the fog.
Down the tracks, I feel the rumble of the westward bound liner.
I need to say goodbye.

It’s drizzling. Cold and grey.
My black boots are getting wet.
I begin to shiver.
You move closer and try to hold me under your big black umbrella.

My eyes begin to flood.
Breath shortens, you lift my chin
Look at me
Your eyes are sparkling, gentle

You whisper in my ear “I’ll miss you”
I smile gently, I’ll miss you too.
I pull away from your embrace as the train rolls in
The horn blasts, cutting the tension in the air.

You cautiously hand me my bags
Fingers shake from the chill and the nerves.
I look at you, naïve beauty scrawled across your face.

I lie with a glance that says “I’ll be back soon”
You believe it’s genuine
I kiss you on the cheek
You ruffle my long curls.

Climb the steps to the train.
“don’t look back, it’s too hard”
I repeat this to myself.
the conductor hollers.

The cabin of the train is warm, bathed in florescent lighting.
I take my seat, my bags beside me.

I look. See you out the window.
You hold one hand up, smile.
I rest my head against the glass, it fogs with my breath.
the train begins to move
You chase it.
I look at you, those damn tears come back.

I look back at you when you can’t run anymore
Your expression changes to loss
Regret.
Sadness.
Pain.
Realization.
“she won’t be coming back.”

The towns zip by
Bells ring, people bustle
I close my eyes
Your face is all I can see.
I feel dead, numb.
Cut, frozen
I’m sorry.
I Won't be seeing you.