Two trains

Sunday, late afternoon,
Leaving on time,
But leaving too soon,

Pulling apart,
Out of the station,
Different direction,
Different location.

Chugging, straining,
Dragging their heels,
Reluctance
That echoes
The way I feel.

Then Friday night
Feeling light
Racing together
Towards a station,
Different directions,
Same location,

The clickety-clack
Pulling them back,
Chattering, clattering
Along the track

Steaming home quickly
But still far too slow
Arriving, embracing,
A tender hello.