You never know what could happen,
Don’t want to say goodbye just yet,
In your mind there’s all this racket,
Thoughts conflicting with one another.
You’re scared to let go of her hands,
You’re fearing the worst possible things,
No knowing where that train is going,
No knowing if she’ll ever get back.
Fear and frustration show clearly on your face,
Will she be alright, will she be okay?
If she never comes back there’s no one to replace,
Her sweet laughter and the smile she keeps.
So you hold her hands firmly,
You vow never to let go,
She laughs and tells you it’s okay,
Yeah you know, it’s okay to let her go…
So you back away reluctantly,
The train moves off from the station,
And something is nagging at your brain,
A final question.
So you scream at the retreating train,
“Will you marry me?”
She doesn’t hear, she never will,
And the train disappears over the hill.
Leaving a trail of black smoke like a trail of crumbs,
You’d follow it like you’d follow them,
But the tracks are hard and the sun is hot,
For hours you’ll be standing in the same old spot.
Wishing you could say all the things you forgot,
But she’s gone into the tunnel over by Old Man’s way,
You think of that tunnel, long and lonely,
You think of all the passengers, none of which she’ll know.
Are there enough blankets?
Will she be cold?
The ride to the destination shouldn’t take too long,
But what if the train derails and she’s really gone?
What do you do, there’s no one to guide you,
Nights spent alone and awake,
Days spent alone and afraid,
Weeks spent lifeless and lonely.
Waiting for the sound of her voice when you know,
You’ll never hear her again ,oh no,
She’s gone over the hill and through the tunnel,
Down into the cold, hard earth.
You can remember her face and the things that she planned,
The college she went to and the goals that she had,
The way she was always good when she was bad,
The way she loved you like no one else ever did.
(Copyright (©) 2008. All rights reserved)
One of my longer poems. Very recent.