ZOOOSH ZOOOSH
White smoke lined cerulean hope
and the train rushed right through
like a shooting star on a dark plain
she squinted and was forced to gaze
when familiar faces stepped onto the train
the train of aspiration mixed with aim
she, the girl of elusive stone
with lively feet glued to the ground
and ticket in hand ready to set free
was forced to yearn but withhold
(a ghost attempting to grasp mass)
as the train dashed right through her soul
and her chest caved in knowing
the train had left with her only a few feet away
ZOOOSH ZOOOSH!