11:06pm
11:06pm
And again
I am longing, listening, straining to hear your train
Whistle when it once traveled across the tracks
Between buildings and lingered in my bare branches with winter air
Shave and a haircut, waiting for bits, haunting me with
A secret message to a lonely lover or a parentless child
Except that you came to me, fell on my ears, made ME smile
I can’t remember what deal we made
Was I supposed to recognize
Did I forget to answer back
Where are you now that I am settled and ready
For the giddy joy you brought before
Is now replaced with expectation, nothing more
And silence
11:07pm
A poem from one year ago, reworked for today, because there are still nights when I find myself waiting to hear that whistle.
sometimesihatemycat 
… do you know Paul Simon’s ‘Train in the Distance’: ‘everybody thinks it’s true …’
Listening to it now, for the first time. ‘Negotiations and love songs are often mistaken for one and the same.’ Beautiful!
Exquisite
Thank you.