(For Emily, my Muse)
Our trains don’t run on schedule,
But they glide along parallel tracks.
Each train has two drivers,
One named love, the other desire.
The first is pure emotions, the second all commotion.
Paired drivers need to be carefully balanced,
When the train jolts, we know they are not,
Sometimes my second driver shouts too loud,
That’s when I’m scared that our trains might leave the tracks.
Your drivers always seem such a perfect match,
But lately your second sounds just a little louder sometimes.
I don’t know, maybe they’ve been planning behind our backs?
Anyway, I thought I should let you know,
And please do correct me if I’m wrong.
Maybe our first drivers could get together and discuss?
Perhaps you could help me with my second driver too.
If we can just keep our drivers balanced the trains will run perfectly.
That’s what we both want.
(27.10.23)
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