Memory Like Train Tracks

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.

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