I wave at a train
It's time to say goodbye
No blowing kisses
Not a single word
As the sun looks pale
When it sets behind the quiet mountains
And the pallid moon rises
Smearing emaciated light on the platform
Nearly all the passengers have left
Chaotic footprints are dimly illuminated
on the icy cold floor
Murmuring quotidian tales before the glow
disappears like forgotten souls with beautiful names
that forever remain as unclaimed lost and found
I vigorously wave at the train
In the middle of the night
As it's the last trip
The last appearance outside my dusty window
Then I vaguely hear the fireworks popping in the distance
AS if seeing off its final journey
on the derailed track
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