more leaving than arriving

i'm not sure why

it makes me blue,

the sound of the train

chugging along

through distant woods,

rolling noisily

on steel tracks, and

the whistle sounding

off as it crosses over

the trestle.

but it does.

it sinks in.

perhaps it's the passing of time

that it seems

to represent.

the reality of

so much leaving and less

arriving.

so much of life

now spent.