Divinity must be a bitch

I'd like to get a train with you
But not now, in the past
I would have a tattered travel case, filled with my problems
You could leave it at the station
I never cared much for it

I never cared for many things for a long time
Now everything is suddenly sentimental
This room
This floor
Your heart
My front door
The physical space between now and what could be

I remember the broken bed
Sugar and alcohol and shallow similarities
They stockpiled themselves across the windowsill
In the corner
In the wardrobe
They threatened to topple
But we got lucky

I, intentionally got lucky
But certainly not lucky enough

Not so lucky that I managed to catch the train

I saw it pull out from the platform

Travelling case still in hand.