with your hands
and
placed your head
between your knees
because there were trains.
Trains
everywhere.
The rushing of your thoughts
and the fast beat of your heart
that passed straight through
your chest and
into my own
and your eyes were shut so
tightly that I knew the bright lights
behind your lids were
blinding you.
Trains
there, too.
I asked you what you
were thinking about
and you said,
" I'm trying not to. "
