We Miss Trains

All the planned emotion,
scheduled with an open ended ticket
foresight stretching years ahead
with fingers crossed.
And now the gates been closed,
signals crossed, debris on the lines
so i’ll bundle all of my pre-paid time
into one carriage, all at once with me for a second
and feel everything painted with sadness like
the deep blue hues of Rembrandt. All at once.
I see it like a book written in five separate places
but my writing is illegible and they seized it,
on the grounds of debauch’d misery.
Burning so that with each second passing
more of those words taste like
ash in my throat.

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