Awayness.

 

 

Awayness.

Time-racked talk sickens yet clings to torn veils
Train whistles awayness with distancing rails.
Faith blurs in acceptance of passion's demise.
Migratory instinct knows no compromise.

 

Hurt trust clutches comfort from memory's pyre.
Heart wavers as choice engulfs hope's dying fire.    
Come autumn I question why fences now down
Summer's spent echoes of love still resound. 

Reviews

[Neville]

it happens and it happens all too often ... people watching at any busy train or even coach station can reveal so very much sadness and or uncertainty .. goodbyes are rarely happy events, are they ..

[Fay Slimm]

Many thanks Nev for your in-put to Awayness - train stations do seem placers where hearts can be seen to be breaking as couples part....... am so grateful for your read and review............. x

[Neville]

my pleasure Fay .. I hope more will follow in my wake ..