Sounds like a train, she said
That was right, it did
That loud, pulsating rhythm
No mistaking it really
What's gonna happen?, she asked
Oh God it’s a comin’
It's gonna run right through
Smash right through
So loud, she said
Goddamn right it was loud
Sweat dripping on the rail
Stuck, no way to run away
So amazing, she said
I looked at her like she was mad
The end of our lives was on its way
At a hundred-fifty beats a minute
It's gonna be so wonderful, she said
Who can say that was wrong?
I couldn't
She was right
We weren't tied to the tracks
Only me
And I could see
The train was moving
Doc’ was talkin’
But all I could see was those rails
Stretching off into the future
Maybe you're right, I said
Picking her up
Lightly brushing that soft skin
Feeling that living heat
That quiet heartbeat.
Maybe it is.
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