tracks

by eloisehendy

 i tear up on trains
 often
 these days.
 high speed, going forwards,
 against my back
 i face the justleft tracks
 i face away
 i turn my notquitewatermarked
        cheek.
 i feel nostalgic
 for a place that never made it
 into now
 i feel old
        much older
        than my bright eyes
        look.
 wait
 just
 wait
 until
 red rimmed eyes
 burning cheeks
 cool off, to bone chill cold.
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