Train.

If I know her like I know I do,

She’s sitting in a Greyhound Station,

Wondering if she wants to leave,

Going nowhere fast.

 

The past and all the questions

He left unanswered are

Haunting her clouded mind

As the clock strikes nine

And time’s running down.

 

She dials the phone,

But I don’t answer,

‘Cause I know she knows

I’m right behind her,

Waiting to take her home

When she’s ready

If that second finally comes.

 

But she just wants to run,

And Lord knows I can’t let

Her out of my life just

Because of something

Two years to the day ago.

 

She beats herself up

And tears herself down,

And I’m drowning in

The ocean of her

Lingering uncertainties

As waves of her insecurities

Rush over me like

A cold wind on that

Summer day that

Never came.

 

She pushes me away

When she needs to be held.

She cringes when I’m angry,

Because he always yelled.

 

She’s the prettiest train wreck

I’ve ever seen on this Sunday

In the station on a summer day

When the rain cloud above

Her head just won’t go away.

 

I touch her shoulder

And she flinches,

Since he threw punches.

She turns with tears

In her blue eyes

As she silently tells

Of trials of trying

To let go, and I know,

I know, so I carry her

To the car and turn

On our favorite song.

 

She looks over at me

And smiles, faintly,

Thanking me for

Understanding,

This is how

Some days

Are supposed

To be spent.

Reviews

[Brian 'Yeti' Fields]

This is very powerful. As Emo_Angel said, this had power to bring tears. Great imagery and good job pulling the reader into the poem.

~Yeti

[Engulfed in Flames]

I wished you kept this going....I was on the verge of tears