Not so gentle reminders

What am I supposed to say? Goodbye?


That didn't work.

I'll try,

Try again. Bye.

It's fine. I'm fine. I'm alive.

I'm dying.

Dying, flying back

To the tracks

The click clack

The roar of the black

Train gliding by so fast

It lasts

Only as long as the last

Car to pass 

And brings terrible silence

Into the night.


◄ The Empty Stage

Not all hurricanes bring destruction. ►


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