Just people

Stations,
ever crumbling
at your feet.

We both made promises
-
 Unable to keep

and the words linger
-
 Scars on the innards

Stations,
burnt to ash
at your feet.

We grew weak
-
 Foolish dreams for foolish speech.

But how did we think we could
manage this game?
How did we think we could
ever be so pure?
How was I fooled with the ice of winter
and the warmth of summer
and the scent of spring?
Autumn's ever broken.

Stations,
on time are waiting
at your feet.

You made your choices,
as did I.

It wasn't simple,
who are we to judge?
To hold a grudge?
To hold our hearts like stolen promises?
To hold our heads like frightened stars?
No one's Superman
and I'm just a stranger.