Train Station

Another poem about a girl I knew

Tears at a train station,

Waiting for the end to begin.

She cries and looks at me,

Broken-hearted, confused,

Wondering what happened,

Where it all went wrong.

And I just stand there, silent;

Nothing to say, no answers, no reasons,

No regrets…until

 

A year later, it all comes back

With a vengeance.

A nightmare; I am awoken to find my own

Tears running down my face.

She’s gone, she’ll never be back.

The regret comes at night, like a merciless specter,

Stabbing me, wrenching and clawing at my soul;

It won’t let me sleep.

 

I try to get her back, but it’s too late.

She’s moved on, found another.

It should have been me.

 

If only I spoke up at the train station,

Grabbed her, pulled her close, told her I loved her,

And that she was the one.

If only.

 

But I didn’t. I just stood there and let it all happen.

I did this. I let her go. Now I can’t let her go.

She’s happy. She has her life. She has her man.

 

I always think about that day. That moment.

If I could take it all back, go back in time,

Back to the train station; the last time I saw her face.

Her beautiful, sad face.

But you can’t get a moment back.

When it’s gone, it’s gone. She’s gone.

 

It should have been me.

Author's Note

This is more or less an unedited, stream of consciousness account of a memory of a woman