I Met You At the End

Her needle being held
Crooked fingers destroying their work.
Stiched together the crescent moon to its falling stars
Then somewhere farther down, it was
Gently lay a broken newborn
Cradled back and forth, in attempt
Being loved lead to a deserted mind
Treasured moments must be marked
Tied to her was a name
Dizzily she wandered farther and farther away
Losing collision with the ground
Her decaying hands stretched the clock
I met you at the end
Eyes connected by an oncoming train
Nailed to the edge, surrounded by splintered wood
Your silver face came closer, too close
As you stood at the front of the train
Your soft hand lifted
Sending forward it's final good byes.