Wait for me

Wait for me.

(Count on sincerity to redeem a selfish plea.
The whole damn town was on the platform,
Seemed they were all looking at me.)

I won’t remember you tomorrow,
But I have gotten better at remembering myself.
You see, this train… she’s headed nowhere,
So it’s like I never really left.

(We read this glossy collage of feelsy things to say.
I guess we play the parts we’re given
And let sincerity redeem these tired old cliches.)

Wait for me.

The engine neighed a grating protest –
A hopeless beast of burden, tired of abuse.
And smoke rolled up, the sun rolled down,
And worn out gears went rolling, wearing out the tracks.


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