The Whistle's Lure:
My Life in Transition
A train whistle floats in
and I'm filled with a longing ache.
I yearn for places I've not yet been,
horizons abandoned for your sake.
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I've spent Saturdays in Montreal
enjoying bagels and boulangerie,
I've whiled away Sundays in Toronto
warming up with ramen and roti
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I've cherished memories of solo summers
spent adventuring in Algonquin,
of boarding planes just to taste
the salty mussels of Moncton.
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I've combed the waves
of tussled beach hair in Tofino,
and paired Huron's painted sunsets
with crisp Niagara Pinot Grigio.
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Thousands of days spent in untethered grace,
and that whistle now calls me to roam.
But as it fades, you give me a kick--no, a roll,
and I smile, finally content to be home.
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About the Creator
Cassandra Colley-Couse
Life can be beautiful & scary
Semi-autobiographical and short fiction stories
Self proclaimed Goblin
A lover of horror, thrillers, life's mysteries & lessons
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