An original poem by Aubrey Lambach.
You’re slipping off into the night,
A train with whistle blaring.
The silence that washes over me
In your wake is
Still and
Quite contrasting.
How can such stillness come from
Such motion?
How can such apathy arise from
Such emotion?
Down the tracks your engine rolls,
Just like the teardrops down my cheek.
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