it is not the rain that's causing me to blink vain tears away
nor the runaway rumble of thunder threatening worse.
it is not.

it is not the passing scene that makes me listless
nor the ticking of the clock evoking remorse.
it is not.

it is that i hear you call.
i feel you near,
wanting more things said
needing them done.

but i HAVE endured enough.
surely you must know.

my train is here -
with the rain lashing at the window.

chug-chugging on
chug-chugging on

the hour has come.

where were you?
what was i to do?
out there in the rain,
i stood alone.
i had to go,
too.

my heart is heavy, glum,
longing for the sun.
but daybreak is elusive,
drowned by the tears and rain.
deadened by the pain.
gone.