The Underpass Railway

by Cori S.



It's been so long since i've been back below the Pine

memories of yew and I keep racing through my mind

if I

could've played

all my cards

i'd pay

to know with full belief

another me had stayed or turned away.



Every night

head kept turning

I'm left wishing fir

Oh, I still pray like a kid

trying every time

hoping, all my might

thinking it away



let me know when I can open my eyes;

once again,

I pine fir it

to be

true still.



once again,

I pine fir it

to be

true still.



to be

yew still.