may 28,
tuesday,
21:48
clockwork
I'm running a little late.
a train that runs through all your previous homes
that no longer bear your name.
I watched them forget you without shedding a tear of woe.
they didn't reminisce your broken voice whispering songs.
they shredded your memory like ancient paperwork.
you changed too.
I watched you go through pain you never imagined you could take.
I watched you build from ruins palaces you never imagined you could make.
this wreckage is permanent,
and your explanations will not be enough.
I'm a witness to both - your growth and your destruction.
so balanced - "as all things should be."
I'm running a little late.
a train that runs through all your homes,
old and new alike.
I run through your festivities and your solitude -
sometimes places,
sometimes people -
but i'm running a little late.
