I have to go –
The air outside is getting cold and lonely;
I hear the call
Of somewhere ineffably remote; the doors of glass
Have closed
/
What you may have to say
No longer matters – I’ve unlearned to listen,
To speak, to touch, to love, to hope
To miss this that I never held but an illusion of,
Fragile and fleeting
/
The train
Is quickly gaining speed, like fire
Flying,
Flying,
Flying;
/
Snow flakes –
My tiny frozen dreams – are falling lower
Down,
Down,
Down
/
I will not see them
Settle on the barren winter ground; watch them
For me, while I am gone,
Gone,
Gone