rain drops fell upon the windowsill
Her eyes grew heavy, she forced down another pill

The thought of him turned to light, blurry and unsure
She knew it would cease to be this night, nevermore a cure

He waited alone for the train, the whistle in the blackness of the night
Hoping the metal would kill the pain, perhaps tame his unrelenting fright
The conductor had no idea of his fate, rushing along with a schedule to keep
Maybe his judgement was a bit too late, not knowing they both only...