Collision

In an instant,

I was sworn away

like a bad memory.

You,

standing above the tracks,

waiting for the trains to meet

at a point of vulnerability.

They pass each other by

like strangers.

You are relieved by the sight,

affirming your decisions.

We are like the trains,

passing each other by

without a single moment of

hesitation,

collision,

or suspicion.

I wonder if one day we will

meet again, but I fear that we,

like the trains at night,

will explode on impact.

I wonder if that’s still a risk

you’re willing to take.

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