Engines

Engines of different trains we are
That met at a station
We share more than the cursory
An attachment more than the evident

Now as the guard blows the whistle
And you pull out of the station
The heart beats faster
The lips quaver
Alas your track runs different
Our destinations seem afar

But the journey is long
There are many stations along
And deep down I hope
- oh how I knew what to hope - 
That our paths would cross
And we would meet yet again
At another station