Train Ticket
by Adam Caskey
April 2nd, 1999

I’m boarded on a train leaving the station.
The memory of you lags behind, sliding away.
The train cares not, only carrying me forward.
No time to stop and visit with those memories.
There’s a schedule to keep, and we can’t be late.

You’re back turned. The rhythm of your life goes on.
A departure from the world we knew.

I strain to look back.
I’m not sure if the blurry figure I see is even you.
Where are you going?
I’m scared to face forward. I don’t know where I’m going.
But, there’s a schedule to keep, and we can’t be late.

 

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