The seasonal passenger on the train on life,

She entered, like a summer breeze,

Laughed like sunshine,

Loved like thunder,

Embraced hearts,

Healed wounds,

Then suddenly vanished;

Leaving traces of herself in every landmark,

An empty chair at a once full table,

A silence where her laughter once lived,

She left them abandoned, nostalgic, and confused.

She never said why, and they never understood,

She wasn’t meant to stay

And she’d never return.

⁃ R. A. Douglas

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