Empty train
speeds
through hayfields.
Houses
far away, concealed
by trees and hills.
Just the ghosts
of words swaying
along the carriage aisle.
Words
only spoken once,
as love walked
into the arms
of another day,
and the sun sank,
dying below
the horizon.
Empty train passes
over a lone bridge,
spanning a vast
open waterway.
No boats sailing,
just discarded husks
floating aimlessly.
No birds circle
the water today.
No sound except
the rumble
of the engine
pulling away,
and the ghosts
whispering
into the ether.
As the silent moon
takes her place
between the stars,
a spotlight shines
down on earth.
The empty train
on its endless
excursion across
the wilderness
of this wilted mind.
It travels too fast,
and there are no eyes inside
to witness the terrifying ride.
To notice the distant rising tides,
to see the flood waters raging in.
It just carries on,
until it is submerged
and the waves are lapping.
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