Trains At Night
You and I —
we are two trains at night,
traveling the same tracks
in opposite directions.
We go.
You head west.
Me— I go east.
Sometimes, though
we travel so far in our respective directions
that we arrive at a point of collision.
In the distance,
I see your lights.
Just as you see mine.
Signaling, “Distress!”
Horns, commanding, “Brake!”
But I speed on
as do you —
warning signs ignored.
We crash.
And connect
the only way we know how.
Ironic the journey starts
with us pulling apart.
And always ends the same —
two trains,
colliding in the dark.
I originally published this poem on Medium.
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©Heather Martin, 2022
Nice!