eleanor martinson

train tracks

as we walked down the street

light shone down on your face

like a spotlight.

I felt a sense of nostalgia

from something I never thought would happen

so perhaps I'm dreaming?

We jumped the train tracks

and felt the air as it passed

it drew us in

and for the first time in ages

I felt alive.

It seemed so surreal

that I called it a ghost train

but it was there.

  • Author: eleanor martinson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2022 16:49
  • Category: Friendship
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.


  • L. B. Mek

    a dip into memory's, vaulted
    mementos of life
    to unfurl and ink, poetry
    gifting readers a bridge to their own
    forgotten, yet treasured
    landscape memories of youth
    our once, thoughtless smiles
    and effortless life choices..
    (a great read, thanks for sharing)

    • eleanor martinson

      That is a beautiful way of putting it, thank you

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