Fire and love

It is the look
in the passengers eyes
just before the carriage explodes.
Uncontrollable shaking,
veins as bright as lighting.
Hands wrapped in pairs,
as we walk along the hospital corridor;
your hand in mine
the tremours engulfing us both.
I try to forget that our bodies are falling,
the carnage behind your eyelids.
But I can’t stop feeling
the vibrations in my bloodstream,
eager for my father to come back to life.