you are my final destination

by Marlena O

we've always been on the trains

stuck in different cabins

stopping along the way to pick up other passengers,

letting them off again.

looking at each other

only through the glass separating the car talking through the loudspeaker

until it cuts to static and

we're thrown back into silence again

curtains drawn.

but then by some miracle,

the connecting doors flung open

and we took the chance to run across,

you held my hand so I wouldn’t

fall down into the tracks

so there we were,

in the same cabin

finally after years of longing from afar and

our train was moving faster

than it ever had before

the bolts were strong,

engine solid

the views from our windows so perfect

the story of our history on the rightand

a glimpse of what we will one day be

on the left

but now our train is slowing down

in need of a multitude of repairs

you say is it worth it,

what if we drag each other down

but id rather run this train into a heap of rust

if it means we could really

have a chance