The Train

Must we recall
All we never did?

Does the heart substitute
For what never was
With what never could?
Silence speaks for itself

All those we did not hear
Return to this station
They never missed us
Just us them

Landscapes and lovers
Who know where they’re going
Float by in theater carriages
Happy to never arrive

Have we met before, my love?
The train that never leaves
Is ready to board