Clicking across the rails,
it sooths the senses.
serve as a reminder;
the sacrifice of flesh
still fresh, after so many years.
These centered moments;
mirrored in walls that crumble.
falling to forces outside our grasp
While echoes float in shimmers,
a connection to events
since removed from context;
carrying a sting that ripples.
Here, in the moonlight,
conjuring images of life;
stories set to emotions that linger.
As he whispers in my ear,
my heart stops, waiting for the push.