I’m trapped behind the barriers
screaming out your name
but you’re too far down the platform
just please don’t get on that train.
Hazy mornings are the most free
before the day rears his ugly face
before reality hurtles in
I cherish this bland taste.
But then my mind falls to sliding doors
to final words whispered through cracks
to last strokes of blue skin
to twenty past eight.
Some goodbyes can a outstretch a lifetime
like how I could have stayed all night
kissing your cheek, holding your hand
how leaving would have always been too soon.
I wish that you never got on that train
now all I have left of you are tracks.