Thoughts at a Train Station

Tired eyes gaze out to a landscape,

The coffee can't even suffice this--

Croaking out some muffled tone

And I’m not sure; I guess it was my other self--

Insomniac--

But the time difference still can’t fill the distance--

I’m at some train station now,

Empty conversations and tickets,

And the sound of steam machine

That blocks out noise,

And maybe static can’t mask the callous beating of a scarred cardiovascular organ

And the lady beside me said she had a pacemaker--

Surgery laden--

I just nod in response not knowing what to say

In return--

I get more distraction--destruction--in my head

Still, that goddamn face--

And it’s not even those hefty eyes,

I hated those

They remind me that mine will always lack sleep,

Tiresome nights,

And I guess I just wallowed

In some petty jealous pity

With how your ears will always hear the affection

And how my mouth tastes nothing--unlike yours

Or how I filled your glass

While mine is still as empty as the promises from your vocal cords

And I wish I could strike your larynx

Cut it up and sell it to some surgeon

I’d rather have the money than a useless voice box

Use it to buy a one way ticket a million miles away

Because the atmosphere here is suffocating

And I just choke out another chorus

Of regrets and--

Maybe that’s why I’m sat at some train station far away

Hoping memories leave as fast as the next train in queue