notes

People leave notes on each other,
marks, arrows, lines,
outlets tapping into feelings,
each moment a unique experience,
traces left behind.

People mix in blood, create,
shatter, mix again,
always growing, always hurrying,
slip into your way
a random song on the radio
remind of a mark that was left.

People of different kinds,
two universes, parallel tracks,
seem to meet, and yet they don’t,
remaining twin rails where the train rides,
with dreams and hopes aboard,
a smoky trail in the sky.