Oil pastilles have blurred...

the pictures of our windowpane

We're the only ones that matter in this compartment of our train



Leaving the urban skyline that we met everyday

The train is running faster, metallic breath now louder and so,

We

Get


Away.



My dreams and I escaping the confinement and the fears,

The fresher air drying the notebook that had been smeared with so many tears

That would tip so smoothly into that morning cup of tea,

That would run invisibly so that only the mirror could see.



Two roads diverted in a path

and I thank God I could not travel both.