If this train derails,
Maybe they'll never know
How I held your head in my lap
Newspapers won't comment on
The softness of your body while you sleep
Maybe they won't talk about
How you dropped your hand
From the top berth,
And I held it, squeezed
To let you know you aren't alone
But these actions send ripples
And if this train derails,
Our love will dissipate
And settle like dust
Into the trees and sidewalks