6 Where The Tracks Lead

The sun was closing down on us during an autumn evening in Midwest Indiana
The train tracks seemed like a perfect walk for Jocelyn and I
We had spotted a bridge ahead made of wood
this bridge had been falling apart for years.
As we came closer to this suspicious looking bridge, I had the idea to walk back
She said there’s no looking back in this life.
As we approached the bridge the wood was shaking with each step
huge gaps of wood showed the twenty foot drop below us.
We had never felt so nervous with only the 15 years of life experienced
our legs shaking with the wood, we continued.
When we got to the halfway point of the bridge, we saw the bright light
seeming so far away from us.
It was a train headed towards the old bridge and we knew we were in danger
She grabbed my hand starting to run and skip over the wood.
I felt my eyes filling with tears but immediately drying from the cold air
The train was coming closer, but the bridge seemed like there was still forever to go
You had us jump over the three huge gaps of wood
pausing for only a few seconds every time I had a doubt
We escaped the bridge and headed down on the rocks very slowly
The ground seemed peaceful,
the train interrupted this peace with a shaking above our heads.