Christine

When I look to see, three missed trains, your face is both relic and screen, what is it you wish to hear, that love alone should remain, becalmed as the vanquished bar, are those lines just tweaked, in the wine given away, nights of cafe's and drunken sleeps, beyond the carriage car, trees wave in gentle rain, cigarettes assist your jar, electrics shush to the wheels, I hear them rush away today, unhearing of your childish zeal, what makes you scared, wrapped around you every day, my mother says take care your talk to stay sane ?