Last train ride

Outside, the scenery changes 

From one thing to the next. 

A constant blur of greens, 

Of lush flowers, 

And a soft breeze.

In front of me 

Your eyes are closed,

Your teeth clenched, 

Like what you always do,

Like what you always are: 

Lost in your own world

As you await our arrival.

I watch you carefully,

Intent on memorizing your face.

I notice how your face would shift, 

Every time the sun would reach you.

A beautiful sight. 

It's as if the subtle change, 

Transformed you into another.

I wanted to watch you more, 

To catch the different expressions

That you hide.

But the train lurched to a stop,

Signaling the end of our journey.

 

You opened your lifeless eyes,

As our last train ride had arrived.