Passing on the Wanderlust

She stared at the train tracks
like she didn’t understand
“So, what you’re telling me is
our time together has come to an end?”

She used deductive reasoning
from all the train tracks
and airports she’d seen
the luggage, the weighs,
the familiar look of displacement
on the faces in a sea
of otherwise alien strangers
the tuns of steel,
polished or rusty
the grass peeking up
or the snow plowed
to either side of it
by the incredible force
of these machines, hurdling
the people she’d foolishly
fallen in love with
they went willingly
well, so did she.

“No,” he said,
the first time he’d ever said no
to anything she asked,
“Don’t misunderstand
I’ll keep calling
until, inevitably,
you’ll refuse to answer
that’s how it’s going to happen.”
and she remembered,
I’m not a good man,
he used to warn her,
Well, then,
stop being so nice to me,
it’s confusing.

the message only sunk in
after he was hurdled away
by a speeding train

train tracks are always sad
she thought, but thank god
he’s leaving and I get to stay
i dont want to tie myself
to the tracks of this villain
i just want a home
where I can feel safe

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