Run Dry

I knew,
as did you.

Did you?

Now every day I know you less and less...

Spring water spilling over the brim,
runs dry.

That day.

The day the train hit the wall,
dust hangs in the air.

There is no water on this train,
only ever speeding in one direction.

Passengers board,
then leave.

I didn't see your station,
where the water ran dry...

What station am I at now,
in between.

Dry landscape (f)lies past,
beige blur.

The dust fills my lungs,
breathe.

(breathe)
as if you will have never been here.

Dry vision,
golden light. 

Dust settles.

Past the wall,
can I get off now?