Alone

i was alone watching, a thousand trains leave a thousand platforms behind caught in a storm, whistling a furious tune in curious concert with my mind leaves fell far from fall, grass lost its spring a parched, picket fence bawled beside a rose-less bushes' sting amidst all this a rusted swing swayed without cause beside the murderous perch of crows and their 'caws' atop a gazebo that someone stopped painting long ago waiting for the return of a sun that was somewhere beyond too many grey skies to care and I remember just standing there beside an empty railroad track hoping that final sigh that escaped me might bring you back