I’m sorry that I missed you, but the train

came at 12 o’clock, and you know, of late,

how I never trust the ethereal rain

to extinguish the fires in my crate.

It was hard at first, thinking of leaving,

but o’er time I found solace in the fear

of having to spend so much time grieving

for she who would never cease to appear.

The future holds no guarantees for me,

And so that is why, when the train does come,

I command the irregularities

of an hour to become a life’s sum.

After all, time goes on, with or without,

And I must leap, destitute of my doubt.

Sarah Jacobson

Age 17, Grade 12

Southern Lehigh High School

Southern Lehigh School District