Looking up
Eyes meet mine
Through the window
As the Face pulls away
What could I say?
The train was gone
Next day I am on the train
Looking for a face
Looking out the window
Eyes meet mine
Through the glass
Train pulls away
Would could I say
She was gone
The next day
I am looking in
For that face in a crowd
Looking through the glass
No eyes meet mine
Train pulls away
What could I say?
So I turn around
Eyes meet mine
I say hi
She says about time
The train comes to a stop
Waking me from sleep
The Train is empty
This is my stop
I get off the train
Alone
8 comments:
Ennui on a Train -- I quite like this poem.
Thank you Neil. That is nice of you to say.
Talk about a circle...nice job ;)
I dont understand your comment...maybe
you made me sad...hope...and then...gone...hope and then gone...hope and then happiness...and then hope...and then alone...sniff* sniff*
We all wake up I guess
wow that so deeeeeep....
I say.....
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