The lonely whistle is blowing for this National Poetry Month, Day 15 poem...
The Last Train
The train whistle sounds
sounds its haunting echo across
across the station and time
time to leave behind your loss
Standing on the platform, knowing
knowing your unseen baggage—pain
pain that travels the journey with you
You still board the last, outgoing train
© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved
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