Joanna Kowalska Poet Free verse

The Steam Train I Never Rode

"The Steam Train I Never Rode"
It waits upon the platform still,
a beast of brass and sighing steel,
its breath a ghost of what was planned,
its whistle cutting through what’s real.
Your mother bought the tickets two,
a birthday gift, a kind of dream,
to ride the rails through hills and blue,
our laughter trailing with the steam.
But time derailed what love had made,
and silence filled the engine’s hum.
The journey left, the plans decayed,
and I stood still you did not come.
Now every echo down the track
reminds me of that fleeting chance 
the smoke, the heart that won’t come back,
the ticket folded in my hands.
Perhaps it’s better that it stayed,
a journey written, never known 
for some trains go, and some remain,
and some are meant to leave alone.

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