Trains

My last train ride was to talk to you. I wanted to say adios, and to see you in my dreams. To share with you a future wish, one I wish you could have seen.

You asked if there was love, and I said yes. You set a great example, at that you were the best.

You asked what you would do, come the beginning of spring. I told you everything would change, knowing I could no longer give you a ring.

I told you not to be scared, not to be afraid. I said you are always in us and we are always in you; we are that which you have made.

You finally said you weren’t, and I hoped you were at peace. You were nearing your destination, when all you knew would come to cease.

My wish once said to me “Sometimes I am so comfortable I don’t want to reach my destination.” But then a bird came to my mother’s window, and she knew you had reached your station.

Your station had come, on this first day of spring. You were surrounded by love, as you took to your wing.

And later snow began to fall, and our memories momentarily froze. And home became a place in my mind, a place that still grows.