Have I reached the last stop?
Tenderness in the dimness
of the light as blur and rhythmic
patterns engraving my mind
wheels beating tracks.
Had weariness not left my
eyes wandering beneath
closed eyelids, I would have
succumbed long ago.
Is this about you?
Or is this about me,
the one who has a role
to fulfill and the validation
while you have to toughen up
and forget about it.
Drawing considerate breaths
I am alone on this train
and the doors are open.
Not a sound to be heard,
city mute, desolate
and you most of all.
Necessity strikes my heart
and shatters it like glass;
I want to run - desperate
to find someone at lease
in the slightest like you.
