Sounds of the Train

When I was a small child I would hear the train come through the town below at bedtime. I could hear it whistle. As I lay in my bed, I would have thoughts of this train. “I wonder where it is going?” I wanted it to take me away. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.

I shared this memory with you.

You found it sweet and endearing. This was a very early cry for help. Someone, anyone please take me somewhere else.

As I sit here, alone. Riddled with trauma and depression. I wonder if you even give me a thought. What we had…was it all for nothing?

I’m thinking it was. You’re not here and I am alone, wishing I were somewhere else, anywhere else.