The train
Races down the rail
Our fate, destined
At a station
Strangers file in
Tether to bolted seats
Prisoners of their space
Bobbing heads and touching shoulders
Blank stares, looking at faces
All in one pulsating synchrony
A boxed car of travelers
When eyes meet
Affections glow
As the train continues
Two strangers turn into lovers
One day
Winds of cold reality
Blown through an open door
A shivering chill
Douses the passion flame
Not a word is said
Love disappears
Forever into a station
Leaving a lonely soul
Riding
Amongst the strangers
Tether to a bolted seat
A prisoner of time
Destiny, unknown
