Locomotive Heartbeat

If you were a river
I think you would be running right through my heart
streaming across the pages

Periods replaced by waterfalls
Not unlike the tears that fell as I watched you leaving on the train

Your hat in your hand out the open window
Worn and torn from age
Even though youth shown on your face
In the freckles dotting your nose

I held my arms close to my body
Because you had left a warm impression on my insides

Slowly shaking like a flame caught in the breeze

And your hat and hand
Faded away
Until they were dots
Blending with the body of the black locomotive

Headed towards somewhere
I don't care
Because it's not anywhere close to me

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