Reason

I remember
the window in the train
fleeting in and out of black holes
of dots far and near.
I remember every sleeping head
nursing dreams of coming home
and finding one
in the smelly warmth of the blanket
that holds all souls dear.
I remember every pretense of sleep
when the lights dazzle blue white
and the little boy with tea
makes quick money
amid fake tales and jeer.
I remember the evanescent words
of love and lovers on their last journey
to the border that promises
something more, maybe mere.

but most of all
I remember the flight of my eyes
against a sheet of black
until the universe takes the final jump
from the lines of an agreement
that never comes to be
and I die without fear.