Once There Was

I carry a spring deep within my pocket once a child's toy I hold it close and reminisce on his warmth a warmth now long gone A smile appears as I hear the laughter permeate my mind and remember the electric train tooting and crashing down the line For a junkyard there had to be, a pile, wreckage, beside the line he is gone now - away a memory today and I carry his spring in my pocket and smile