The Departure

Train rumbles and roars, railroad ties banging echoes through the night
I stand alone on the platform,
Bag in hand, heart heavy with regret.

The lights of the train grow closer
Memories of this place flood back,
Laughter and tears, love and pain.

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I hail from Central Ohio. I have a diverse background and enjoy writing to the fullest. See more at http://markspearman.com

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Mark Spearman

I hail from Central Ohio. I have a diverse background and enjoy writing to the fullest. See more at http://markspearman.com