Ghost trains

Crash on the highway,
Stranded between.
My friends had waited,
But left without me.
A glimpse on the platform,
We met on the train.
She came from further,
Heading my way.
Three days in april,
Three years ago.
One black eyed stranger
I learned to know
Made all my plans stop
Shook me off track.
Ten days of longing
I followed her back.
A plane made of paper
Struck by the light
Circled forever
Over the city at night.
Like a movie,
Like a song,
How it should be
Being young