The Train
The Train
The ghost train glides to a stop on silent wheels.
The doors open but no one gets out.
Faces unknown stare at me.
A hand beckons me forward
But I step back.
It waits.
I am not ready to leave this day.
The doors close, shut by unseen hands.
It moves away but it will be back
To carry me away when my day is done.
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