The Last StationA Poem by emipoemiI sat aboard a midnight train For anywhere and nowhere, In glazed and languid
gaze about, Without the will to sleep. I watched the weary world go by Beneath the ghostly streetlamps, In wonder of what wealth and worth Was left for me to keep. Some faces nestled in the gloom, So silent, stolid, sombre, With scarce a sign of life, they seemed Within their thoughts too deep- And rumbling on the rails we rolled Towards the last station. I saw you as the pale lights skimmed Your silhouette in passing, Most casual upon the seat With eyes fixed into space. We met before, some time ago, Though only for a moment Before your station beckoned you Towards another place. And day by grey and dreary day I’ve wistfully remembered The dulcet timbre of your voice, The lustre of your face- And coursing through the cold we rolled Towards the last station. We passed some places of the past That marked our brief encounter: Here was the place we turned our heads, And caught each other’s eye; Here was the spot we slowly danced Through one enchanted evening; Here was the patch in which we lay Beneath a starry sky; And here the station I refrained Regrettably from saying I love you, which has rendered me In constant wonder why- And onward into dawn we rolled Towards the last station. You would not turn your head this time, You would not break the silence. You would not stir except at stops, Which never lasted long. I felt a yearning in my heart To bring you warmth and solace, But in your semblance I could see A sign the time was wrong. Yet stay this time so I no more Would feel so lost and lonely, For you’re the song that makes me sing; The strength that makes me strong- And hazy in the smaze we rolled
Towards the last station. -EDP © 2018 emipoemiReviews
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