Two Bogies

Bogies of different trains we are
That met at a station
We share more than the cursory
A linkage more than the evident

Now as the guard blows the whistle
And you pull out of the station
The heart beats faster
Threat of a mere memory looms
Alas your track runs different
Our destinations lead afar

But the journey is long
Many stations would come along
Deep down I hope
Our tracks would meet again
And we would be stationed for good
At another station

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