Monday, June 6, 2016

Stations

Grazing fingers on pages
Ends of letters that walk along 
Memories following like shadows 
And your remains like ashes 
Pushed into lockets 
Half for you 
Half for me 
I can write a chorus 
About how I hear you whispering still 
Some where in the city lights 

It makes for perfect conversation 
When I'm alone in my bed 

What happens when the chorus ends 
They say love last a life time 

I tried to catch you before the coming train 
I caught your eye as you drifted away 

Pages become history books 
Words become love letters 
And train stations become home