Iron lines

My gaze wanders along the iron lines of a lonely railway.
Salt is in the air.
I hear the sea wash away the sand at the beach,
but I can’t see it.
Fog is all around me.
A feeling of wanting to go home awakens.
There are no tears,
just an absent gaze
that tries to look to where nothing can be seen.
Isolation.
I close my eyes to see more clearly,
to feel more warmth.
Unwillingly, I begin to sing,
to sing the time away.
My voice is faint as the minutes last forever
and time becomes an enemy.
Go by.
Please go by!
I start to walk.
No one here with me in this moment of emptiness.
Unseen, the iron lines go on and on.