\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2154243-The-Weight-of-Stolen-Freight
Item Icon
\"Reading Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Relationship · #2154243
Day 1: NaPoWriMo - Fears during the separation between me and my fiance.
You tell me
romanticized tales,
glorious adventures
of
skeleton rides
how the
click, clack
click, clack
heartbeat of the track,
pulse of those roaming rails,
would ease you into slumber,
on the platforms of the grain bins;
your tattered backpack as a pillow.
Boy, if that bag could talk!
Now,
you longingly lament to me,
over video chat,
every time you hear
that sorrowful whistle sound at 10 pm.
Looking away from the camera,
away from me,
with a determined yearning to travel
in your eyes,
" that's my freight, " you say.
I'm just wondering
when
the day will come
When
you won't answer my call.
When
you'll become a ghost.
© Copyright 2018 Cheyenne Malcolm (cllmalcolm at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2154243-The-Weight-of-Stolen-Freight