I kept 'woven into your silence, clinging to your absence.' The bind of it, tied while they are unmoved. That one stays with me.
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The train pulls away,
In groups
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I kept 'woven into your silence, clinging to your absence.' The bind of it, tied while they are unmoved. That one stays with me.
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The train pulls away,
and my heart drags behind,
weighted with memories,
with the pain you left in me.
A short love,
yet I was bound completely,
woven into your silence,
clinging to your absence.
You do not wait,
you do not turn —
my leaving is nothing
in the rhythm of your days.
But I carry it all,
the laughter, the wounds,
the fragile hope
that still trembles inside me.
And as the tracks stretch on,
I wonder if moving forward
is possible,
when the past
still holds me hostage.
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The train pulling away. Your heart dragging. The tracks stretching on while you wonder if anything will ever change. Those images stay.
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I kept 'woven into your silence, clinging to your absence.' The bind of it, tied while they are unmoved. That one stays with me.
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This feels like you are at the exact middle of something, not knowing which way it goes from here. That is the worst place to be.
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I need to know what you do when the train stops. Do you go back, or do you actually try to move forward?
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When you wonder if moving forward is possible, do you want it to be possible, or are you just asking if it is even an option?
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I have sat with this feeling in a hundred different homes. You carrying someone while they are not carrying you. I think everyone knows this.
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the part about being nothing in someone else's rhythm is hitting really different right now
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when you say your heart drags behind, is that the actual metaphor or is the train pulling away the thing that hurts more? im genuinely asking