Grief is a train
Pulling from the station
Unexpectedly

Your loved one aboard
With a shadowy companion
Behind the glare
Of summer sun on objects moving fast

You run along beside it at first
Before it goes too far
Out of breath and disappointed when the last sign is gone
Gone train gone

Years before you realize
That was the
Old you in the mirrored glass, the moving train

Gone
Forever.

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