I hear your name in passing

Between the distant hisses

Of brakes on a phantom train

Headed for nowhere.

The station is empty

And yet here I am

Waiting for more of your

Words of affirmation

With only half-hearted meaning

Scribed between the letters.

I guess in my delusion

I failed to see

That all you are is

Smoke in mirrors.

The illusion of safety

That I welcomed so easily

That you handed to me

On a silver platter

Knowing it was worthless

Was too good to be true.

All signs pointed toward

Heartbreak and sorrow

But blind as I can be

I followed you

Down into the storm.

Now

In false love’s wake

I patiently await your return

I desperately await your return.

Even though this train

Has long left the station

I’ll stand here until I can no more.

I hear your name in passing

And it haunts me

Like a pain I can’t escape.

I’ve watched others

Come and go

But none have scarred so deeply

As you

And I long for the misery

That you entail.