The train whistle blows all night long,
Singing such a sad and lonely song.
I ride the rails here and there.
I think I’ve been everywhere.
Most days I travel all alone,
then a message appeared on my phone.
“I’m on the train, the one that you
said you ride. Car twenty-two.”
I read the message, then read it again,
it was my favorite internet friend.
I walked up to him, squealed in delight,
then I hugged him, oh so tight.
He has curly hair and steel grey eyes,
and a smile that can mesmerize.
We talked all night and into the day,
I ask him how long that he will stay.
He said with sadness, “Alas, I cannot.
I can’t stay for long in this spot.
There is another I’m looking to meet,
someone else I’m looking to greet.”
With that, I knew where his journey would end,
and I wished good luck to my internet friend.