of blackholes and trains

on those afternoon breaktimes
we'd sit and talk
she'd speak of paths
i both long and fear to walk
she used to speak of blackholes
of failed relationships
where a star once existed
is now a void
pulling all matter, even life
pulling all joy, even light
from the expanses of her universe
i sat quietly
as i contemplated the weight of her words
each syllable heavy with sorrow
over happy times that now seem borrowed
i wondered what could stop
each drop of those tears
but all i had
to give was my ears
so listen to her i did
to each heartbreak that hid
the sunny days from her face
on those afternoon breaktimes

but now she speaks of different things
she sings, her words now
afloat with wings, high
upon the sky, to her castle
in the clouds wherein
reside her dreams
of chocolates and flowers
and happily-ever-afters

and here on the ground
my feet, my heart is bound
and i watch, wishing the wings
would grow too on my back
so i may fly
away from this lack, this black
empty railroad track
where i wait in vain, for this train
that never seems to come