we caught the last train
for the dream we pieced together—
and though the space between was blurry,
I still clung to you
my thoughts raced ahead,
red lights flashing in the distance—
and though you spoke to me in whispers,
I drowned in static
low and low and held,
breath(less) frozen in my chest—
something stayed behind
faster faster still,
my body left the rails—
and when I reached for ground,
you had stayed behind