You’re riding on a train-
a train you can’t stop.
You wanted to take this trip,
but you didn’t know you would take it so far.
I see you throwing pennies and wishing your train would
You thought every stop was too late to jump off,
too far to turn around.
I blink and see your face blurred
through the flying glass.
I didn’t tell you or even whisper that it’s
not too late to turn around
and I wish I could but I can’t
stop your train
trample your suitcase
and bring your heart back home.