Trails of water slide down the cold window pane, droplets form and split for a lost lovers pain.
My reflection distorted against the black night behind, and on goes the soft clack of wheels on tracks, the train it’s way, it finds.
The neon lighting flickers and droplets for a moment disappear, then the droplets come back, shifted, like the reality you left me in when you never came back.
A blast of wind lashes the formations away, we start again, with a new toy to play.
D November 2018