The seasonal passenger on the train on life,
She entered, like a summer breeze,
Laughed like sunshine,
Loved like thunder,
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