i miss before.

whatever there is now is just emptiness.

two paths once closer than blood.

now are in seperate universes.

holding on to what's left.

no longer is enough.

the lines were once open.

now they're closed and withering.

this isn't ideal.

this isn't even bearable.

and i sit there alone wondering what happened.

i miss before.

but like this train, it's long departed.