By Amelhyne O’Regan-Farineau

I never knew the girl on the train
But she smiled at every passing tree
Like they were an old friend
She was saying goodbye to
For the last time
Misty eyed
As the condensation rolls from her eyes
Her mask the same colour as the sky
I wonder if her mind travels
Like the train chugs in time
Enjoying the view
Before the next stop
Before departing on another train
Again
-         May she catch a glimpse of passing time 

Amelhyne O’Reagan-Farineau is poet, journalist, photographer, and podcaster from Ireland.

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