Terminus
You left a letter that explains
read by a man
whose spirit drains
There was someone down the track
who stole your heart
who made you pack
With just your clothes, your hopes and dreams,
and ticket for
the nine-fifteen
You boarded and you took your seat
the whistle blew
you skipped a beat -
Three pages filled, left by your keys
with reasons and
apologies
Is all of you that still remains
read by a ghost
who’s chasing trains






