Grey monologue

This is as close as you and I ever get to the ocean
my third story bedroom window
overlooking this rain-drenched night
you breathe, and I recall the power of trains

let's let the night sleep in
let's pray that it engulfs us

you know
I can't even begin to see your eyes
but if I'm ever really drunk
it will be from drinking every drop of your soul
and running till I sweat your spirit