eleanor martinson

train tracks

as we walked down the street

light shone down on your face

like a spotlight.

I felt a sense of nostalgia

from something I never thought would happen

so perhaps I\'m dreaming?

We jumped the train tracks

and felt the air as it passed

it drew us in

and for the first time in ages

I felt alive.

It seemed so surreal

that I called it a ghost train

but it was there.