inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip
on the train ride home
your smile flashed between buildings,
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell
if it was the spark in your eye
or the streetlights beaming
onto the dark streets.
i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine,
those bedroom eyes
that whispered “bring me
to your hotel.”
we weren’t made for cheap
sex, we were poets
who felt everything down
to our souls.
it wasn’t just one night with another,
it was our lives coming together.
your smile chased me
between the streets.
your breath next to mine
will always be the one thing
that sends me off
to the sweetest dreams.
The clock ticks in desperation to move us along,
to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward,
no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs
with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life
in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around
me, stern looks all around. All longing for company,
for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder,
the train across the way has the answers. The lady in
the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all
have missed. Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me
I should leave. The conductor denies my plea: this is the
wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see. As the
train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and
door to set me free. The whistle continues to blow.
No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere.
The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage
as far as the eye can see while flocks of seagulls swarm overhead.
This, this is where the train of life has led me.
Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.