We step aboard the midnight train,
your hand in mine, the whistle low.
Carriage doors sigh shut like secrets,
and steel begins its velvet flow.
Outside, our city blurs to silver threads;
inside, your laughter warms the glass.
The rails hum a promise we both know—
this ride was always meant to pass.
Then the tunnel blooms with violet light,
worlds unzip like pages turned too fast.
Another you, another me,
wave from the platform as we glide past.
In that parallel dawn we’ll claim our seat,
coffee steaming, knees gently pressed.
Same hearts, new skies—still us, complete.
Forever boarding, never second-guessed.
by Luck and Katrina
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