(…) "In
reality, when you pack your suitcase, you don't choose what you take with you,
but what you leave behind." (…)
Dennis
Boarding the
caboose,
He window sat
without looking back
leaving his
shadow
on the tracks
with the wind
at his back.
He melted into
the haze of the night
while
the tracks
got lost in the
distance.
Within his heart…
A ray of light
emerged.
He knew that
his last farewell
was but a new beginning
and He was ready
for what was yet
to come.
The train
whistled its
last whistle.
He boarded the
train
with no regrets.
Without looking back,
the tracks became
infinite
melting within
the fog
of a misty windy night
leaving not even a whisper
in the shadows of the night.
