Here you come again, into my thoughts like a train. Stopping at the station and unloading into my heart.

The loads you bring are much larger than that of the trains which came before.

They were only passing on through. My heart was just a rest stop along their tracks.

But not with you. I’ve saw your train before. It is not the first time you’ve visited my station.

I smile when I see your train coming and going. The engine car is beautiful, and the Caboose is just as nice.

By: Tim Harrison