Terminal
A poem about being forgotten, I think
When you go home, take me with you.
Not as a lonely lover hooked on your arm,
But as a bear stuffed in your breast pocket.
.
Saved for later.
.
Slide me into the yellow train when you board.
Give me a good seat with a fat window
Where I can watch the tunnels fly by.
.
Tucked against your chest.
.
I want to hear the stories of your heartbeat
As the train clatters across the rails.
Will you let me sleep in this noisy silence?
.
Leave me there
.
On the yellow train with its chilly cars
And the endless rhythm of not-there-yet.
Let me fall between the wall and the seats.
.
Watching, terminally.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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