sunset train : a second short iteration

what truly matters to you?

sometimes the sun

asks you

to

write again and it is impossible to say no.

remember the questions i asked you last time?

when you visited through these

dirty train windows.

it’s funny how you can see the

marks left

behind , scuffs ,

from scrubbing and cleaning.

everything leaves a mark.

speckled like zebra print. blobs

and curves

distorted lines.

do you know i don’t blame you for not remembering?