Train Track Days

I remember how these days always took you from me.

How the softness of your skin made you like a sponge.

Soaking in everything that we had dug out of you,

on rainy days when your ground was soft.

When the sun had slightly touched you but not hardened you.

Train track days, when you felt the screech of the train on the track.

When you heard the tracks calling you to lie down and rest.

When the lights of a train motivated your legs to jump before i could grab you.

I remember how your eyes were always vacant,

and your voice deep and low, almost hollow.

How holding you felt empty.

How your mind convinced itself that your home

was between tracks, under tones of steel, rust everywhere

spattered in your red hue.


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