The train whistle gives its cry of pain
And hopeless grief across the town
An old love song pulses
At the bar across the street
I have come too far to say this
How I loved you how I believed
The world would get better
Now I’m aware of a timeless attrition
I didn’t know was there before
The train is far away
The love song is over
In the cool of the night
Fewer people stir
And the tight sky covers us
—Elizabeth Romero