You've missed your train

"You've Missed Your Train"

Innocently singing along
'Till those four words escape.
"You've missed your train" was all it took
a matchstick burst to flame.

Ignites a trail of memories
that have no right to be,
claiming corners of my mind
that I entreat released.

Ten years now have marched along
I thought by now he'd go.
The price I payed for his missed train
was greater than I'd known.

Innocent then too, I think,
when feeling for his pain,
I offered he could come upstairs
I truly meant to wait....



Uneducated in the code
of stairs and coming up
unknowingly invited him
to play we were in love.



The matchstick flame of memory
burns wildfire down the years.
I wish that they would burn away-
cauterizing pain would seer.

But even though He paid the price
to cover these mistakes
my misplaced values of the past
my mind will not vacate.

Living fearful of a word,
or song or smell or thought
to spark to life dead memories
ignoring I've been bought.

Bought and paid for by His blood
Him knowing all this shame.
My virtue lost, and at His cost,
He lets me bear His name.

"A child of God!" I can announce
to combat memories
that all my mind would occupy,
His dwelling place redeemed.