Music does not sound the same
and this taste inside my mouth
so unfamiliar,
I’ve never been here before.
The train rolls from side-to-side
and I stare out of the window,
at sunlight burning through mist
as it reveals broken silhouettes,
memories resurfacing,
incomplete and affecting.
Do you see the same things I see?
Do you see stars burning in the night-time sky?
Depth of feelings beautifully depicted here.
Thank you.
i think I’ve been there before…
Aye, it’s a sad place.