Unclaimed Freight
I'm still here at the junction you left me,
Shaken about and a little dusty.
I am ready to be treated the way I was shown,
eight years ago.
I've watched the trains passing by,
with cars full of happy people, drinking tea and cheery.
My soul burns with infinite regret,
each time i see the tracks left behind me.
While I sit here frozen and time itself,
seems to run past me just a little bit faster.
Perhaps it's too late for me,
to catch a little light before it all burns red.
Your lips on mine were fire,
in the warm summer nights and now your voice is a siren.
We are doused out and smoke is dissipating,
into the ether where my mind rests.
Sinking beneath satin sheets and fluffy pillows,
I am still in this place where you left me.
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