One Way Ticket

Haiden Xandria

At 3 a.m. I saw a train,

Passing beneath the gently wind,

Coveted by a heavy rain,

Merely passing in.

 

I peaked in closer to see,

And saw all the happy faces,

So the next time at three,

I just followed their traces.

 

 A lot I don’t know,

Such as where it will go,

Much like a closed door,

Less like the winter snow.

 

So next night struck three,

I wore a suit and tie,

Left my phone on the scene,

With a letter goodbye.

 

Never in a long time,

My heart felt at ease,

Looking straight ahead,

Waiting for the train.

 

And alas it was in front of me,

I handed him the ticket,

Yet he tore it apart,

And gave me a smile instead.

 

“My child, you still have time,”

“I will let you on one day,”

“Until then, value the cost of a dime,”

“And always repent as one would say.”

 

And so he left me with a light,

I watched as the train went by,

“Hey kid, are you alright?”

“You passed out, jumping from behind.”

 

  • Author: Alex Griffin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2023 19:44
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4
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