“Don’t go!! Don’t GO!” she yelled.
The last image was of his face
leaning down and kissing her forehead.
She kissed his right cheek for good luck.And he left.
It’s a time for when she cries again.
The train moves quickly indifferent
to her and her feelings.
Water warms up her cheeks
And tears formulate in just the right size.
Living the nightmare,
she understood that phrase now.
It’s like her face doesn’t know
how to smile.
or her eyes lift without purpose.
Raw, hard and frustrating.
Where does this go?
Isn’t there some light
at the end?