The train is blaring its horn, angrily

But the sound only puts me at ease

It’s a familiar sound

Like a lullaby, ringing out

It tells me I’m safe and can sleep

But where are you now?

Nowhere I have found

And yet, I feel you’re not far

In the smallest of towns

I wish your voice sounded loud

as the train, so I could know where you are

© pennomoly