All the ugly words that we spoke this evening

Began in a way I can barely remember

The argument lingers like swallows revolve in the sky

Just before they depart in September

The ten thirty train races into the darkness

I watch a boy asleep with his mother

Between us the distance grows with a sharpness

Strange, I just can’t see myself with another

All the words I would say stick like cotton

To my tongue ever thirsty: drinking in your silence

I long for a solemn offer of kindness

As a man sings a glad song though the words are long forgotten

Your shoulders tense as the train calls a warning

It’s the end of the line, it’s time to say goodbye

There’s a chill in the air at the blue light of morning

Cold as the look that I see in your eye