for those who don’t sleep well wait for a train in the dark
only friendless benches sit above the tracks
a drizzle of crickets violates the hush
the wind has left gone back to bed
perfect quietness is pure aloneness
too soundless to not stay awake
too silent to not wish for sound
then a soft headlight around the bend
precedes a triple blast that shatters the muted
a moment of genuine warmth
for a noisy metal beast
slowing to swallow me
and take me away
back to the other world
where I don’t belong either
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