sat at afternoon sunset
atop the steam train
loved artifact in her corner
of the old yards

trains parked on their rails
traffic on the street
people on the walking paths
and the lake golden and alive

so much missing between
a daughter and father
we cannot fill in missing years

struggling to overlay lives now
staring at one other as we talk
realizing our eyes are the same
colour the structure of the face
the mannerisms of hand posture
likes dislikes

realizing we are more people
distance time and the ache of
the missing years drawing us
silent watch the moon rise
in the violet east We love trains
love this special place
and then its time to part

the ghosts of guilt remorse
waving goodbye with me

I went back in the hot sunny day
and sat on the smokestack
until the sun warmed the
shadows