Day Six

We all walked out in a single file.
The lights shining through the windows, a fruitful new life.
Men with hard faces and soft hearts held their daughters hands.
The crash of the train leaving was like a fresh sigh of relief.

Weeks passed.
We made our homes.
Ran through the tall grass.
The sky so blue and clear.
Life.
Was still.
We loved, and lived.
Together. Flourishing and growing.
As we grow old the familiar scent of the train station,
sparks the memory of the sixth day.