Fading Whistles
What is it you would like to say? Say it, for this is the world’s end.
How could I worry about me?
I am now struck—
Struck by how much I loved her,
And how through all the years,
I never once said, I love you.
I laughed with her.
Supped with her.
Took her cookies.
Listened to her.
Suffered next to her.
Dreamed of her.
But—like my flesh and blood,
I took her for granted—
This woman who gathered me in,
Through three decades and five,
Sometimes as son,
Sometimes as brother,
Sometimes as a wise one.
—
Now, it's 3:30 a.m.,
Adrift in the emptiness of a parking lot
I hear the distant whistle
Of a night train crying
Through the wind.
The clack-clack-clack
Rolling in the dark
Carries me back
Where these sounds once
Wove themselves into her walls.
Vibrations signaling I was trapped—
Not in fear,
But in refuge
Walled from a worried world
For just a few minutes more.
How I wish now—
I wish I could be trapped one more time,
Just for those moments.
Not long—
Just long enough to say:
Thank you.
I love you.
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