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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Looking up

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:

neil child said...

Ennui on a Train -- I quite like this poem.

williampwright said...

Thank you Neil. That is nice of you to say.

Anonymous said...

Talk about a circle...nice job ;)

Anonymous said...

I dont understand your comment...maybe

Anonymous said...

you made me sad...hope...and then...gone...hope and then gone...hope and then happiness...and then hope...and then alone...sniff* sniff*

Anonymous said...

We all wake up I guess

Anonymous said...

wow that so deeeeeep....

Anonymous said...

I say.....