The Train

Do you know that feeling of
getting to know a place
and leaving a piece of your heart there when you left?

I've moved on with my life.
I don't revisit that place anymore
nor do I miss that piece of my heart.

The moment I caught a glimpse of it in passing,
suddenly I was reminded of memories crystallized in that space and time:
freshly cut grass, flowers in my hair,
and a version of me who was hopeful, happy, and sad.

The train moved fast and slow through the scenes of my past life,
rain sprinkling as my heart murmured,
as if it were never gone.

Through the foggy window, I saw myself back then,
smiling through with misty eyes.
As if it were already gone.

Raindrops gently tapped on my shoulders,
whispering to look out the glistening window.
It's a new season. Happy, sad, hopeful.