I wander within every train you will ever be on.
My pulseless heart against your back, I shall whisper into your ear all the ways our infatuation blossomed and withered on a train— how it conquered both your soul and brain.
Like the winter we last spent together was my breath against your ear, you hungrily turn your auburn head to search for the source of that delight.
But, your sight goes right through me as if it were a dagger and our eyes sync in expressing disappointment— they must only sync when the world shall go black and have my lips swollen by my only Jack.
If only you also sensed that it was the moment your mortality would be my loyal servant, upon seizing it, I will see the full glory of the eternity i lived to die for— within the eyes that would recognise me then.