Far Off Ghost Trains

When I was little I grew up about a mile from a train depot
You could always hear the sounds of the trains at night
Sometimes when my mood gets low
And I miss my family more than anything
My mind thinks it can hear those trains
Somewhere off in the far distance
The unmistakable screaming whistle
And that unmatched whooshing of the turns
I've never been on a train before
But sometimes I dream that I am
Sitting there in my seat looking out the window
Watching the world go by me at varying speeds
It all just feels so melancholy and nostalgic
Even though I have never been on a real train
When I was much, much younger
Far back when I believed wholeheartedly in the tooth fairy
My Great granma promised me that we would go on a train
And when I get to my lowest points in my life
I dream of being on a train with her sitting beside me
Her hand gently over mine as we talk
I tell her about my life and all that has happened
I don't really remember her responding
But she just smiles and nods along to my stories
And I wake up missing her and those sounds of far off trains