You were a train, I was the station you graced,
With your whistling, my heart raced and paced.
You brought hope with each fleeting stop,
Yet left me behind as you continued to hop.

Like the sun that sets, only to rise anew,
You departed each day, leaving a trace of you.
Though you promised to return, the cycle was clear,
You moved on to the next, leaving me here.
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