I hear the train passing by my house

around midnight on most nights.

Three minutes, and then it's gone.

the sound of its passage

somehow holds a promise

I want to see it up close,

I want to know that it's real.

that minds do change,

and people do leave.

that things do get left behind.

I want to know for sure,

that some do come back.. eventually..

when they are missed too badly...


but some do not, and are gone forever.


you have to change what you can't accept.

So I believe I have to try

to miss them more, and change myself.

But what is forever, or gone?

how do I accept something

that I don't yet understand.