jumping someone elses train.
we were running through the golden dry glow of the escaping day,
the tall sparse grass rasping against our skin.
“if only we could reach it,” i whispered, my words muffled behind the grinding of the train against the track and the wind whooping around us.
“we’ll make it,” your replied, your voice steady, calm, and sure, even with our movement.
and with that you squeezed my fingers tighter and pulled me along with you.
and with no thoughts as to where we would end up,
and no idea what we would become,
i followed you anyway,
a smile on my face and butterflies still in my stomach.
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