Yesterday's Train

You make me long for yesterday.

Like a slip of the hand as the train leaves the station,

that time is so close,

as near now as it will ever be.

But it has passed.

The train charges on away from that touch,

the touch of a hand that I didn't need until it was gone.

Yesterday I did not know you were there,

that you shared this world with me.

I was content in a world without you.

But that life is gone now that I have beheld you,

with the knowledge that this world is not bereft of you.

You are so far out of reach

and I fear this yearning will kill me if I do not reach you.

You make me long for yesterday

when I was content without you.

I'm caught in the momentum now.

And if I do not charge toward you

I'll be nothing but a runaway train.