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