The lines of water
coursed across the window pane
As the train sped in to the night.
Not wanting to watch the other passengers
She looked past the water to
watch the fields flying past.
The memories of what had been left behind
Not knowing where the train was headed
She believed this was the only way.
The demons that tried to follow
wouldn’t know the way if she didn’t.
Briefly she closed her eyes, not wanting to see
But the images were too clear
Images she was trying to forget.
She watched the rain on the window
As the train raced to her unknown destiny.