I’ve held on to you
sometimes only in dreams.
Once you rode a child’s train
that travelled in repeated circles.
Every time you passed me,
you forgot me a little more.
I faded away from your mind.
I was afraid that this
would happen in real life.
When I saw you after
four and a half years apart,
we hugged and you pressed
my head to your heart.
The tracks of a train
couldn’t diminish
the impressions I made.