An imprint

Quick, no time.

Leave for your life.
The warning crept up

like a thief, unexpected,

startling my little girl's heart.

Quick, the next station.

Hop on.

All must be left behind.
The train started moving,

your face was the last memory

imprinted in my childhood memory

of my home.
Trains stop at stations.

I embrace cities and towns.
Quick, no time. Leave for your life.
The warning crept up

like a theif,

unexpected,startling my little girl's heart.
Quick, the next station,

hop on.

All must be left behind.
The train started moving,

your face continued to be

the last memory that I take away,

anywhere that I leave,

Anywhere that I go.

Hoping it will lead me

home, to you.