The Spot By The Railway. Poem by John kago

Can you remember our old spot
by the railway tracks, cool and secluded.
we found a place so serene, where we
laid down our smiling masks,
loosened our strangling ties and
tossed aside those suffocating shoes.

here we forgot our rumbling stomachs,
and dreamt of brighter days.
sometimes a train would pass by,
and drown the silent screams
of our expectant hearts, of our untamed hopes.
shackled hard by our sordid reality.

I still pass by this spot, old friend
sometimes I call, and we laugh
as you tell of how far we've come
of how those moments, made you wiser.
true I say as I bid you farewell,
and you wish me well.

as I trudge back,
I try not to think of fate's cruelty,
I try to think only of the kindness of chance.
of a moment that soon approaches
that will make all this a memory
of that spot by the railway.