The Blue Train

A Poem

I recall that fateful trip, a trip to escape the hustle-bustle. It is also a trip to self-reflect, a trip to recuperate.

I wished I can share with you, pouring my insides unto you. At least to offload a bit, to lessen the burden.

I ruminated, desiring peace of mind. But my desire to confide disappeared when I looked at you. You were a stranger, engrossed in your own thoughts.

That moment, it hit me hard. Though our bodies were close, our hearts beat differently. Together yet alone.

I wondered when my feelings for you fade. The invisible gap between us widens without us realising.

Then suddenly you smiled at me, as though you know and try to reassure me. That smile, though brief, I felt nothing.

I knew then, before the end of this ride. It is inevitable, we are over.