The horn
of the train
echoed your inevitable.
In a few short hours,
a similar steel beast
will carry you away.
The thought haunts me.
but for now,
I hold you closer,
tighter.
My face pressed to your chest.
You heard the sound,
you respond in kind.
For now we are together,
for now we can hug,
for now we can touch,
and we can only hope
that the memory of touch
lingers as long as possible,
That they days
that separate us will pass
like sparrows on the wind,
fast and fleeting.

There it is again
the intrusive horn.
Soon to call you away,
soon to leave me alone