At St. Pancras Station

At St. Pancras Station it came to an end
Our love discarded under the trampling feet of hurrying passengers
You, your eyes cold,
As we sat there, the clock ticking five years to their end.
Your lips that I once kissed,
Speaking the cold truth.

It started at a station as the year died
I saw you and I hesistated
And then I went forward
To you and to our beginning
You took my hand and didn't want me to go.
At St. Pancras Station, you let it go,
You wanted me to leave.

The memories of what we were burn in my mind
The girl and the boy and the years of secrets
The warm softness of your neck.

It is time, you stand, we must leave.
The time for trying has gone.
There is nothing left to save now.
You watch me as I leave
As I see you for the last time
And then you go from me.

Reviews

[Meg Preuss]

This poem is beautifully sad :) I like your use of imagery and the way you compare the relationship. Great write.

[Dreamwind]

This so sad, a beginning and an ending, why do we always think of the sweetness of the beginning, comparing it to the difference at the ending.
And yes the eyes, they so change, from sparkling joy looking at us, we, the cause of that joy, to the bitter angry eyes at the end. I hate that part.
I really liked this poem.

[Hotwater]

Enjoyed most of this poem. I just think the last stanza lets it down... it needs something... not sure what... more "punch"?... for that last part, hmmm? I feel I want to get in there and make the last verse complete!... but of course it's down to individual taste. Good work!
*bird*