When that train leaves
There will be goodbye
And good riddance
There will be reflections
On guilt and regrets
There will be reflections
On triumph and satisfaction
When that train leaves
Some would choose to let it go
Some would fight to let it be
Some would have cloudy horizon
Others would have a clear sky
When that train leaves
It’s time to pack up and leave
Or wait for another dawn to be
It’s time to know that it can never be
Or what could be done to make it be
But if none cannot be
Then let the train be your past
Let it fade in the horizon
For the dawn of life has its package
Of promises
Of choices
Of lessons
And your train shall come
When that train leaves
By Tiema HM
Tiema is a practicing journalist and a Journalism and Media Studies lecturer at Damelin City Campus, based in South Africa.
She is a poet and a playwright.