It's like waiting for a train to pass

Hypnotic colors at a breakneck pace

Rhythmic click clacks on the tracks

Your blouse speckled with faded hues

Your fingernails tick tack on cracked buttons

Weight of impatience burning a hole

From rounded heels to depths of the sole

The drag stirs up an otherwise content track ballast

Your scuffed heels tip tap tip at me

You dredge up a silence I mistake as routine

It's like waiting for a train to pass

Industrial text flashing in and out of sight

Wailing whistles grow louder until it's practically—

Your eyes flicker over to mine and away

Pressure builds in your smokestack until it's practically—

Bells and whistles cling clang cling clang

Pressure builds until the smokestack shatters into shards

Shrieking and hissing until it's practically—

You crash through the station at whirlwind speeds

Your voice piercing like brakes on a train until you're screaming