The Train.

The Train. I stood in the rain swept Depot, watching the Hugh streamlined Train pull slowly away, taking with it my heart, framed in the window of the Pullman, I seen your tear stained face, trying to force a smile. Tiny drops of rain looking like tears rolled down the window. Seeing you there made it seem like an eternity since I last held you in my arms, yet I know full well it was only a few moments ago, tears burned my eyes, so I could hardly see you waving your final good-bye. It all started so innocently that warm June night, when I first met you, you looked so beautiful and lovely I couldn’t help but fall in love with you, even though we both agreed our worlds were far apart, and could never be one, Our time together was only borrowed from the future and would someday be given to the past. You had fame and success on your mind, while I had love and devotion; yours was the world of tomorrow, while mine was the simplicity of yesterday. Your love would only be temporary, while mine would be forever, But in spite of the odds, we fell in love, and all the time that God allowed us was almost a heavenly existence, just holding you in my arms would bring thrills I’d never experienced before. A feeling that there was no one in the whole world for me but you.  And night after wonderful night we were locked in each other’s embrace, I know the touch of your warm body on mine, the unevenness of your breathing, the unmistakable sound of your passion. Then there was the ecstasy, the mystery, and the wonder of it all, the long love filled nights of just being with you. The train is full out of the Depot now, moving heart breakingly away from me. I know I’ll never see you again, or feel your soft warm lips on mine or hold you close to me again. I’ll never forget our last night together, I went to your room like I always did, only this time instead of waiting for me, you were packing a suitcase, Stunned, I stood in the doorway a moment, hoping in some way it wasn’t true, but the beating of my heart must have given me away though, because you turned around, not startled but almost aware that I was there all the time, as you stood there. I could see it in your eyes; you didn’t have to say a word. You started to speak, but I put my finger to your lips, and I said, ”I know you don’t have to tell me, your world is calling you and you must go, while I and my world must stay behind." Tears welling in her eyes, she shook her head almost unnoticeably, and Returned to her packing, she turned then suddenly, and rushed she into my arms, And cried, “let’s make this our final night, lets make it something to remember always!”  And it was the beauty of it all. And now as the train fades into the distance, loneliness surrounds me for I know full well I’ll never forget her. She will be on my mind forever. But then remembering that that’s what happens, when two Worlds Collide.                                                                     Written by Don Eagle Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 07:11 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8