TBD4

What words are there,

to figure or forgive

the escape we made,

there was no choice

as a single lanterns glow

drew near,

implying our shelter

would soon be overrun.

I would rather us to have

traveled together

than arranged to meet again

in six months time.

If my hand was too steady

or my words too sure,

I accept the blame.

Move, then, I did,

with such haste

you would be sure to see.

My only concern

was rooted in the idea

of capture, of being withheld.

Of being withheld from

keeping my promise

to you.

Perhaps my faith in you

was false,

my love, misunderstanding.

The task at hand, blinding.

For if I had looked back,

I would have seen

you, hand-in-hand

with your abductors,

quickly stealing away.

Instead I ran,

focused only on

the train depot

where we had agreed to meet.

I believed that there,

at the station,

we could start life again.

The depot channels

romantic spells of love,

a point of so many beginning

and endings, for

tearful goodbyes,

grateful reunions,

and the ever important

exchange of a

handwritten letter.

Tomorrow we are to expect

each others arrival.

I will not sleep tonight.

Reviews

[David Scott]

The metaphor is strong!
I think this will resonate well with many readers.
The clarity of the last few lines was refreshing.
Well done.

[roscoe]

Thank you for reading, there are changes I am continuing to make on this, but it is slowly becoming finished. It seems to expand, each time I edit it, it started out only half its current length, so its been a process. I like the idea that others would be able to relate, in some ways I feel this aspect is as pivotal as any other point of a poem. Thanks again for your review.