Sitting on a bench by the train station,
It reminds me of the day you left me.
How many times I yearned for oblivion,
To forget the pain that comes with the memory.
I remember how you went on that train,
To bring you to your dreams so far.
The memory damp and cold from the rain,
And the sky was purple with no star.
Our heads looking down, eyes closed,
Hands intertwined, I started crying.
I felt the warmth under your clothes
And the only sound I hear was your breathing.
When it was time to go, you had laughed
And I know so well the reason why.
Because you might not do so for a long time,
And because I looked ugly when I cry.
By then the last call had been made
And it was truly time to leave everything.
Right there I knew the love would fade,
For distance would out stretch our string.
Still, I love coming back to this place
Where all the letters and poems were written.
These messages I have kept from your face,
Because you found yourself a new safe haven.
YOU ARE READING
Mosaic Heart
Poesie"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
