Eunoia ~ poems

A train into oblivion

We met on a train yesterday evening
You passed by and our eyes met and you sat down beside me
There we sat in silence, eyes locked, 'cause we had nowhere else to look
No words escaped out lips, but I knew you felt the same way because I could feel the heat of your hand on mine
Minutes and hours passed by and I could've sworn the scenery outside had changed a million times
Rain, then snow and hail came and went, but we didn't move an inch

The silence started filling the airI started suffocating and closed my eyes and I think I must've fallen asleep
The heat of your hand washed away,
And when I opened my eyes, the night had fallenAnd you were gone and I was cold
And I believe I missed my stop, so I got off the train

I had been walking my own path
The tips of my fingers had started freezing
And I felt like I forgot something on the train, but I assumed I had been imagining things and kept walking
I finally understood what it felt like to be free again
I didn't have to follow the train tracks

It's morning now, and I'm finally getting closer to the next train stop
I see you from afar, getting on the train we met on when it stops by
And you sit down, on the same spot as last night
But now it is not me you're sitting next to
You hold her hand with yours
And with the other one, you hold onto a bag
It is mine
Now I realize what I had forgotten

I try to run after the train you're in, to get it back,
But it already left and I can't get on anymore

Will I ever get my bag back from you?