You’re the Last Station.
But I’m not permitted
to enter.
Instead, Another Guy
...
It started long before, but
For Good
I left my Heart
in Valdres
...
Saw you again last weekend, Baby.
On Saturday, at the music school.
Looked at you from behind, Baby.
And from the side, at your sweetpale profile.
...
No peace in heart,
no peace in grave,
from down under the hill,
a pulse, a beat.
...
There is no button
to turn on Love.
There is no button
to turn it Off.
...
Last Hope Passing
You’re the Last Station.
But I’m not permitted
to enter.
Instead, Another Guy
jumps onto the platform,
smiling as his feet hit the ground.
And why not? He’s Home!
Where his heart lies.
And his heart doesn’t lie.
Hearts never do.
(or seldom, at least)
The train moves on.
'Next is Nothingness.'
'Ooops...did I say Nothing?
Of course not;
I meant Pain.
Next is Pain.'
And Pain
is Last.