three years and trillion miles
A cumbersome heart, I admonish against
Your opinionated shadow, lying near me.
It is nothing but a brigand, willingly waiting
To ambush and hold me captive
Within the webs of your pushing.
The breach between our links
Will pick up any debris of dilemma.
My mind is effaced by the train of thought
Of your perennial image
Tinted off of my circumspect nature.
Yet I am moved by the spasmodic tsunamis,
Spurious lies of what could have happened.
I ultimately relinquish in my fight
Because your presence holds me in a deadlock
Stiff, paralyzed, and in love.
You lie me down in a seat, unbridled;
Predispose me to the “obsessions”,
On infinite trains with infinite chains of you,
Railing on at the greatest speed.
And I stay still, even when thrown out by the momentum.
I, once again
Am tied to the train tracks of your words.
And as your remaining footsteps muddle my heart into a knot,
A smile tiptoes over my lips gently, only to fall off into a frown,
Along with the teardrop called “love”.