Ghost Trains

Crash on the highway, Stranded between. My friends had waited, But left without me. A glimpse on the platform, We met on the train. She came from further, Heading my way. Three days in April, Three years ago. One black eyed stranger I learned to know Made all my plans stop Shook me off track. Ten days of longing I followed her back. A plane made of paper Struck by the light Circled forever Over the city at night. Like a movie, Like a song, How it should be Being young