i forgive the midnight train
Isabella Wang '24
that ran me over last night as I was about to board.
I forgive the midnight train, because it was raining
and it was dark, and maybe the headlights
weren’t bright enough, though they probably were.
I forgive the midnight train, because I remember
the softness of the seats, and how I slept
against its cushioned shoulders, leant on its side,
and let the sound of its wheels on the tracks lull me to sleep.
I forgive the midnight train, because it held me
like I mattered, even among all the other passengers,
because it whistled goodbye each night, because
it sang of meadows when my dreams were of sewers,
and swept past landfills and ghost towns and desert
and brought me home. I forgive
the midnight train, because though it ran me over,
it held me first, and even if it doesn’t anymore,
I still remember how I was loved.