poetry by j matthew waters

waiting for the midnight train

you reach out and touch things that don’t exist
it’s something you always did
and something you’ll always continue to do

I speak of things in past tense because
living in the moment is just too much
except when it is absolutely idyllic

sometimes you step backwards
just to see if it can be done
and I say to you
there you go again turning back time

I’ve grown old too many times
but it doesn’t bother me anymore
how I can recall your name with a
snap of the finger
even though I’ve never met you

july two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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7 thoughts on “waiting for the midnight train

  1. Sometimes you just know…

  2. I love this too. It speaks to me in a way I can’t express.

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