Vividly Yours

Train Whistle

I can hear you coming, moving so quickly, vibrations below my feet. Opening my window to get a better listen. I can hear you coming, moving so quickly, reminding me the night has come. I can see you whistle and hear your black paint, I can smell your gears and taste your speed, moving with no destination at hand. I can hear you coming, moving so quickly, the train from the abyss, secluded in the ducts of an office building somewhere in Argentina. I can feel you hit me, drag me, push me, grab me and force me down. I can recall the moment of entering the engine, of feeling the heat and wanting to pull the lever to hear wheels screech and moan. I am listening to you now, that train from nowhere and await my turn to ride into the night. Silence again as you leave my town and travel listlessly into the perimeter of yet another damsel, waiting by a window. False hopes for a way out of this binding. For I'd sell a soul for a ticket on the train that gives me motion, a train that gives me a chance, a train that tells me...there's always somewhere to be. "

If you lived here...you'd be home by now."