I think I see you running for the train
The shock of recognition stops me still
Our love’s been lost for years, so I refrain.
Your form remains a blur in all this rain
I start to lift my hand and yet I’m still
I think I see you running for the train.
I see your happy eyes and I’m all pain
Sensations long forsaken prompt me still
Our love’s been lost for years, so I refrain.
You’re soaring with a girl down this wide lane
You’re thinner and your clothes are different, still
I think I see you running for the train.
I’m wrong, it isn’t you, my eyes complain
The need to know consumes me ’till I’m ill
Our love’s been lost for years, so I refrain.
It’s too late now, I know it’s all in vain,
I shut my eyes but see your image still
I think I see you running for the train
Our love’s been lost for years, so I remain.
I love this poem and I agree with you one hundred percent. If we feel right about certain words, I think we should stick with them. I have had this happen as well. Teacher writers tell you to change something but in reality, it’s another story. We have to go with our gut feelings
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You made this poetry form look so easy…yet, it is not! Great job!
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