This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UTSA chapter.
a warm breeze drives through the matte black sky alongside us
lights stretch across space as we speed past
train whistles cut through and bury the radio
it is loud
but it is calming
you are calming
but I am melting
yet among the light filled night
in the soft soft winds
and falling through the last train
melting isn’t even the best part