The Night Train

Sitting here
On the night train

Rushing and hushing through the dark,

Leaving you behind.

Raindrops, like tribal markings,

Obscure my view

Upon the shadowed glass on which I sigh.

Dawn breaks, an apricot glow
Wraps around the horizon.
You lied
When you said I was your beginning
And your ending.

I made you the owner of my heart
As you held my hand in yours.

But time spells out the truth
And you were careless with my gift,

My heart.

The sun rises, bringing clarity
To sight and thoughts.

Staring at the passing trees, with leaves
Waving like Tibetan prayer flags,

I understand.

I only leant you my heart,

It's not yours to keep.

I'm going home.

Written by Angela Barton.

The Night Train won first place in a poetry competition with the theme of 'Clarity.'