I remember the train, but
I have long forgotten the station
It used to travel to.
What stayed with me
Were the faces in the aisle
Once strangers, turned friends
The laughs and stories shared
And seldom the wisdom of the gray framed
That happened to sit by.
In the rush of the morn
And the spark of the dusk,
The train just carried me
But it was the company
That made the journey
Worth moving through.
1 September 2025