I’ve Got a Train to Catch

I want to get out of bed but the weight of the sheets pushed me back. Stifling me under its suffocating lure. I forget to breathe as I watch the sun set over the horizon. I’m scared of the night because I know the dawn will never come.

The howling of the wind The creak of the hospital doors The pitter patter of the rain Why do these things seem important to me now?

I remember the colour of the seat at the bus stop And the length of the hair of the girl that I sat next to in class. But I can’t seem to recall my son’s name. Or the town I lived in.

So what day will I remember on the last day of my life? The first time I rode a bike? The day I married you? The night we slept under the stars?

Then why is it that the only things I remember Is the howling of the wind The creak of the hospital doors And the pitter patter of the rain

Today is the last day of my life And you’re not there beside me It seemed like you had a train to catch And you left me on the platform

Now I’m trying to catch up With no memory of what you looked like And the only thing that lingered, was the smell of the perfume you wore every day.

The sun has almost set And I’m at the train station. Waiting for the same train that you got on.

I wish I could see you on the last day of my life Maybe you would reassure me That the life I lived was a good one. At least I’ll see you soon And I can ask you in person.

All I can hear now Is the howling of the wind The creak of the hospital doors The pitter patter of the rain And the train coming into the station.

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