the loudest quiet of veteran cylinders
pumping the passenger train engine
is a fitting departure from the
strange rituals of pride-driven aficionados.
4:02pm and Union Station platform 19 is
unsurprisingly devoid of such a
left-behind loved one, hunched over with loss.
my Sleep Stealer, i won't much miss
the cold disease of living
kitty corner to you -
you, who always were
the first to pull away.