The last goodbye

Goodbyes are the worst.

Shrugging off the snug blanket of freedom,

carefree moments slip from the shoulders on

the station platform.

Back to normal life, cutting the loose yarn,

each passing township, another dropped stitch,

wearing thinner at every announcement.

The train rocks onward, trailing thread on thread,

And home will arrive.

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