I Dream Of Trains

I dream of trains, and the impending emptiness

Of the hearts and eyes watching the railroad

Being calm, and quiet, and cruel.

I dream of trains, of empty compartments,

Rooms that don't remember you, blitzing away

To towns you'll forget the names of, anyway.

I dream of trains, and things that whistle away

With your someones and somethings, and return

With someones and somethings else, and sometimes, nothings.

I dream of trains; I put my ear to the metal tracks

Anticipating the coming of them that I remember,

Until the weight of rememberance's wheel crushes my head.