This Body is No Longer Mine

I sat on the train.

It's a little bit late.

I was supposed to be home by nine.

but I lost my breaks

and the thoughts,

they chased,

me into

the back

of my mind.

Huddled on a bench,

I watch the world

as it slowly fades from view,

I stare through the window,

as the shutters close,

hiding me from view.

I'm just a character dying

to keep the plot thriving,

there's no other choice but to go.

I stare.

My eyes stay open

but the light isn't there anymore.

I can't get up,

not for anything,

not for no one,

not ever again

I'm not dying,

but this...

still feels like the end.

I see a friend take my hand.

I know they must sound grand.

I can't hear their speech

I see, on their face

what they're meaning to say:

"I love you,

I don't want you to leave."

too bad,

it's not me,

they see.

From the end of the tunnel

from the back of my mind

I try to respond

but my leg barely moves

and a smile creeps through.

This body is no longer mine.