Her face in the train car window
glowed and I wondered why ?
Why is she leaving this way
why is it ....why?
I looked ahead to the old engine
and the steam blowing away
And wondered what on earth
always draws love away
The last time I glanced up she put her
hand on the window
And I touched her without feeling her
I'm thinking no don't go
And thats the last time I ever felt
true love and its pain
And its the last time too I'll ever
take a train
This is quite lovely, Ed. Poignant and somehow universally familiar.
He saw her every day on his commute.
Where was she going? Who was she?
He dreamt of her night after night,
The thought of being with her consumed him.
How could he possibly make the beautiful stranger his own?
He couldn't believe his fortune one day as she sat in the empty seat next to him.
He could smell her sweet perfume.
As the old cars rattled across the rails, her leg brushed his.
Electricity went through his veins.
Surely she felt it too?
As the train began to slow, she leaned forward to look out the window.
This time more than her leg brushed against him.
That was it, he was hooked for life.
After months and months of yearning, he would finally make his move.
The train pulled to a stop, he followed her onto the platform.
She caught something in her sight and her face lit up.
She ran, putting distance between them and stooped to pick something up.
It was a child, her spitting image. A tall good-looking man followed, hugging her tight.
How could this be?! She had always been alone before. He was crushed!
Why had he let this go so far in his mind? Was he a complete fool?
He turned away, crest-fallen. Feeling actual pain in his chest.
He vowed to stop dreaming... to stop wanting... to just... stop.
She was his only hope left for happiness, he wanted her desperately.
He wouldn't return to his job, to this train. Today would be his last.
The girl returned home with her brother and niece wondering when that handsome man on the train would finally say hello.
Now Beth ! You got me going there , at first I was thinking , thats just MY luck ! And the last lines ........Ya thats just my luck ! lol Thank you all for sharing !
The train pulled away and he wondered
How can it be that she touched me so
at the next stop
or the next
He watched the ties and rails thinking
I could still jump off
He stared out the window into the night as the world went rushing by. He was doing his best not to look at the only other person in the car with him, after all, he was a married man, but the other passenger wasn't making it easy. From the way she had bent over in front of him, seemingly for his benefit, she appeared to have very little on under that overcoat. He felt his body begin to react now, and there was no way to hide it as he helped her put her suitcase in an overhead compartment.
She thanked him in what he thought might have been a French accent. Ugh... could she get any hotter? She noticed his physical reaction to her and blatantly stared, then she looked directly into his eyes. He tried to think of some excuse, but his mind was completely blank. All he could think about was how her coat fell away from her thigh as she crossed her legs. There was no way off this ride. He didn't see any possibility of ignoring her anymore.
He tried to make small talk, but at some point she approached him and his mouth went dry. What happened next was the stuff men only dream about. This was something he would never forget, not if he lived to be a century old. He couldn't figure out how she always seemed to learn something new, but she never ceased to amaze him. He felt unworthy. This was better than the time she was a surfer girl at the beach, even better than when she was the masseuse at the hotel, and he thought nothing could top that one.
She stood up, leaving him sitting there like someone who'd just been electrocuted... wrapped her coat back around her, and walked out of the car. She headed for the bar and ordered a drink. As she waited, she twisted the ring on her finger. She took it off and looked at the word etched into the gold, the same inscription the man had on his ring. "Forever" was all it said. He was fine with that... they both were. She sat there thinking about the next excursion, wondering if she could pull off a Hungarian accent.
There is something magical
In a journey by train
An old-fashioned kind of romance
As the train rumbles on
It speaks of lovers meetings and partings
It speaks of love
And broken hearts
Ed your poetry is great and it inspires as you can see.
As he sat there in the pool of her scent
lookeding across the divide between them
and wondered would she taste
the same as the scent
that lifted him up
to her plane
He though ...no I mean look at her
shes absolutely beautiful
And I ?
Some men are just to reserved to be anything but
lamposts at a train
She smiled at him
just then and he
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