Changing scenery
Viewed from train window
Haunts you
It's all so redolent
Of last time
Dead-end villages
And half-dead cities
Full of dead eyes
Watching your train

You hope she's not among them

Eloquent reflections
Outside the old house
Don't knock on the door
Someone might remember you
And that's the last thing you'd want
Anonymity
Is so precious
When you're among the living dead

You hope she is not near

And then you glimpse a figure
Stagger down the road
And you look away

She is now the living dead
And you must leave her now.