Train 57

I hear your voice and read your words But your not here I breathe this muggy air without respite Look To a space in your bed that I'll aquire Listen To the words I'll whisper in your ear Feel the empty space inside my arm When I awake to pull you closer Your not here You read your book and watch the sunset That same red sun is setting here Still time to count the miles in between us Look! There's iron tracks that fill the distance Listen! To the whistle drawing near Stay awake for just a little longer The train is slowing down and I am here By Kyle Ezra Kriticos