I
weirdly, the world stopped working:
we’re stuck between stations, static
faces frozen like marble perfection-
dying smiles, sweetly enthroned-

II
watching an old man looking out at the rain
watching a lady watch children with disdain
watching a painful melancholy sustained
and as regular as train schedules-

III
still, the train lines lie, lagging
and as though to avoid the destinations
the train stalls every few seconds
every now and forever and then -

IV
farewell, we must part now:
farewell, I must depart,
farewell, but before I go,
a final heart to heart-

V
Standing at the front;
watching the – black – rush past:
a group of people, static and still
yet moving, moving so quickly-