We felt our own personal earthquake
as the train, incoming from suburbia,
sped on in to the station,
all hiss and steam,
still managing to chug along after
a hard day’s work.
The ground quaked beneath our planted
feet,
and I grew worried that it would crumble
right under us,
and we would fall into the gap we were
told to mind carefully,
the workers silently praying we fall
inside to our own demise.
You cradled me in your arms,
smoothing my hair and promising
for the end of days, but together,
we could be together,
together in death at least.
And the train came to a halt,
all hiss and steam,
and opened its mighty mouth
and swallowed us up.