Departures

Now I'm not interested 

in the feeling tha betrays me

or that one I could betray. 

At two in the morning

my heart is tied to rails

and I hear a train approach.

Now I'm not concerned 

about the people I've lost,

about the bitterness or the sadness 

of random broken bonds.

Now my mind is on you

sitting on a train headed somewhere,

you I could not teach anything.

Now I raise my voice.

At two in the morning

you can't tell it from the

train steam whistle.

My heart tied to rails,

you

sitting on a train headed somewhere.