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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 

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