The train is passing slow today.
In all four directions, traffic stopped.
Life sits still at the intersection
Except for that train passing by.
And slowly, the man on the radio
Sings about some of the people you never get to love.
I stare into the sun.
I never see it move,
But it goes somewhere.

And love has swelled in me, today,
Until it seeps out of my eyes.
I cry for you,
And hope the day stays slow.
And when I look again,
The sun has moved,
And I'm still here,
Waiting on that train.

-jenn