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2:17am

Lisa Idárraga
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.