Swear

(Pxhere, CC 0)

swear, this is the last bit about you
a hastily written note
nothing left to sugarcoat:
you were shades of broken bleeding blue.
a bullet-to-the-heart train
picking up only the lonesome,
the lost, the ones left under the rain
welcoming them with such aplomb,
merely to leave them groping
grasping at splints of the maze inside
sweating as they start heaving
and gladly turning themselves blind,
to see stars in your midnight blue
to find the saved space they prayed for,
but how dared they expect of you,
how dared they want anything more
more than a daring sleeper train ride,
your only offer was “anywhere”
your own rails barely a guide
you were not at fault nor faulty, swear.

— 012218