We left the station, said goodbye
to wrongs, regrets, what made us sigh,
then watched the past fade track by track.

At some point we stopped looking back
to watch the windowed world turn blurred
and fell asleep as hours slurred

toward steady rhythms of the train
conducting us across the plain,
from tunnels, bridges, into night

until the morning lent its light
and we arrived, at last, to see
the place we once had longed to be.

The rails continued far beyond
our depot and the local pond,
inviting us to board again

and ride beyond this moment when
all seemed to be enough and well
if we could bring ourselves to dwell.