The doors slam open

People full of hopes and dreams enter my train.

Every single person changes me.

In a good way

Or in a bad way

There is no trail or path this train is going.

The passengers make the trail as the train goes.

Every individual transforms me into something else.

Making bigger influence

as they get closer to the front.

She was just like the others

sitting in the back

influencing me little by little.

But as time went by,

she was moving towards the front of the train.

The only thing I saw was her face.

The only thing I heard was her voice.

The only thing I felt was her hand.

She was like a sweet flower

making my smiles bigger.

But time flew and I was now flying away.

6,718 miles was too much for us.

We could no longer meet

No longer go to church together

No longer be beside each other.

She stung like a bee

changing me in various ways.

Then left like a butterfly

leaving me nothing but a great memory.