Freight’d It’s Over

I saw you
and felt
nothing.

if I was
a tunnel,

you used
to be the
train.

whenever
I’d hear
you coming

I’d brace
myself for
impending
arrival.

you’d roll
through me;
unstoppable
force.

i’d feel
every inch
of me

shake and
shudder

as you
ran through
my bones.

but you
left

long ago,
now.

and though
you used
to take
My route

regularly
[for quite
some time]

now all
that’s left
is the
distant
whistle

of your
brisk
presence.

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