Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Come and gone.
A better me.
Her train left yesterday.
Bittersweet whistle,
hurt my hobo ears.
A wreckoning of sorts.

Come and gone.
My victory with chance, manifested.
No secrets between us.
Blue based pink,
naughty self reliant glow.
She's a beauty, and tough.

Come and gone.
My weller-springing offspring.
Inner world aware,
positive ionist.
Satisfying, tangible reward,
of self disclosure.

your daughter left on a train
you stood out in the rain
you wondered how she felt
she wondered the same
about you from the train
and the untrodden ways you dwelt