And Then With A Fleeting Glance,
The train was gone,
The line of churning steam,
Trailing it like a childs forgotten balloon,
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I never forgot my balloons... as they abandoned the grasp of my tiny little bones, ripped the heart off my sleave, and fluttered away mocking my tears. Ha! I Say... (thanks for sharing)
I liked the sketch of the train leaving the station and the way emotion trailed it