I lay down on the train tracks every afternoon at four, around the time school let's out. I always liked the feel of  the cool metal against the back of my legs. And the vibration of the tracks when the train comes was soothing to me.
But the train did not come that day or the next day.
But when it returns I will leave with it.
Mother will cry
Father will not be phased
I will be an angel, among many in the sky.