The Train Ride After War

I walked lazily along the lonely Paris streets
Though the night mistress covered the sky, the streets were well lit; and some were busier than others

As I sat in the train, I was rocked and swayed like a baby until my demons carried me to where I longed to be
Back to the home I had built with a familly I was forced to get to know
The lights flickered as I looked around to observe the people who shared this same night ride, who mysteriously helped me reassemble the pieces I had put together
I saw the young man I was reluctant to shoot, though a good find for my company; a memory my mind will not let me forget

The French boy smiled a little bigger in comparison to the Polish one
As we stood there in silence, his eyes spoke to me as he admired my metals
Before he left, his salute was full of love and gratitude
And as I stood there, alone, I was lost for reasons I could not explain.