Last Train

Just wrote this.. a story as well as a poem I guess

You came with the last train

Suitcase packed so it would barely close

I was waiting on the platform when you came

With dust from the road all over your clothes

We walked side by side on the sidewalk

Your arm around me so I wouldn´t be cold

I showed you around my block

and we talked about being young and growing old

You held me when my father passed

In the cold winter you were my backbone

For some weeks there I lived in the past

I didn´t want to be with you or alone

The storm in me grew more calm

But between us still so many clouds

I asked you what was going on

You didn´t know what I was talking about

You changed right before my eyes

and I couldn´t tell if I was to blame

but I now it´s you who should apologize

I saw you with her though I don´t know her name

The castle we´d built came crashing down

and we had a big fight in the lane

Brokenhearted I told you to leave town

and you left with the last train

Reviews

[Leon C]

A lovely story of love and loss of growing up and growing apart.

I liked it a lot. I especially like work with symmetry to the first and last lines.

[Gee]

Love,found,experienced,lost,and so life goes on and on and on,until the frog snogging stops and your Prince arrives.Enjoyed the read,thank you