She could hear him still, across the tracks,
Singing his sweet song of goodbye.
Her voice joined his for the final refrain,
And he looked at her, a meaningful gaze
That diffused through the silent air
And intoxicated her with its sweet perfume.
However, in a daze, she could not discern its meaning.
His eyes conveyed the sadness of farewell, no doubt,
But perhaps, as well, a secret regret
Yet on its meaning, she would not dwell,
For perhaps it was naught but wishful thinking.
She smiled, instead, and clung to the vision
That had breathed life into her being,
Anticipating the moment she would be torn
Asunder and forced to face a starless sky.
A rumbling followed by
A quick exchange of longing looks
Was interrupted by two distinct whistles
And a cloud of steam.
She took a seat by the window
And looked out over the divide,
Feigning to ignore the lovers
And relations that embraced goodbye.
He placed his fist against the glass
And fixed his starry gaze on her.
At last, before his neck could sprain,
She smiled a nostalgic smile and turned away,
But the darkness of the tunnel soon quenched her thoughts.
She looked up and there was the sky,
Black, and not a star in sight.
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