
2:17am
Nov 2 · 1 min read
There’s a train whistling in the distance
Longing for something
Or someone.
It may be my imagination, a dream, a desire.
A wish upon a star.
Silly girl.
A ship’s horn is searching through the melancholy mist of the night fog.
A man is whistling under the streetlight in the dark.
Somehow he knows the soundtrack to my heart
Beating still.
A long, drawn out melody
Of love lost
To circumstance
Or happenstance.
No way to know for certain.
Maybe it’s just me.
Or you, too?
I lie awake in an envelope of dark
Listening to the unspoken words
The poetry of the night sounds
Illuminating the recesses of my heart.
