Gisela, by the way

Gisela, by the way*

I am just a goods train

You are just a shack

Whenever I go past you

I'm longing to look back

By night I blow you kisses

That whistle o'er the track

By day my windows wink and smile 

The sun towards your back

On grey days when the light is flat

I lend you shadows with my lamps

to make your contours crisp and clear

and help you see your worth, my dear

And by the way, it's destiny

To love someone so stationary

To share her with the platform

The ticket booth and masonry

When passers by, pass you by

And life itself does the same

Just remember that this old train

Loves Gisela, by the way

*I photographed this abandoned kiosk/shop from a train window in Germany. The name 'Gisela, by the way' sounded like unintentional poetry to me.