The Train Tickets
There they are. Small half white, half orange train tickets. The tickets are rectangular-shaped. So many of them! I just found so many train tickets. I saw them in an old transparent plastic bag. The tickets were not tied together with a rubber band. They were all over bag and I had to fish some of them out. I must have traveled quite often back then, to and from the city. It was 6 blocks from our house to the train station and I hurried to catch the 11:30.
I don’t want to think too much about that time—that long ago time. It is gone. I hurts to know that I can’t pull back those dear years back to me. Our house, he streets of our neighborhood on the way to the station and my love—I will never see them again.