Broken trains mending hearts ....

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   ahorsebackposted 12 years ago

   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

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   Nellieannaposted 12 years ago

   This is quite lovely, Ed.  Poignant and somehow universally familiar.

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   Beth37posted 12 years ago

   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.

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      bBereanposted 12 years agoin reply to this

      Very nice.  Never assume. 

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   wildove5posted 12 years ago

   That was neat!

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      Beth37posted 12 years agoin reply to this

      Thanks (if you meant me.)

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         wildove5posted 12 years agoin reply to this

         Both of ya's!  I like how it started and what it turned into.  Was that intentional on both parts or did you feel it needed more?

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   ahorsebackposted 12 years ago

   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 !

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      Beth37posted 12 years agoin reply to this

      I was hoping we'd have a crazy bunch a train/love stories by sundown. lol

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   ahorsebackposted 12 years ago

   The train pulled away and he wondered
   what if
   How can it be that she touched me so
   tenderly
   Maybe
   maybe
   at the next stop
   or tomorrow
   or the next
   ride
   He watched the ties and rails thinking
   I could still jump off
   I could

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   Beth37posted 12 years ago

   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.

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   Gypsy Rose Leeposted 12 years ago

   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.

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   ahorsebackposted 12 years ago

   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
   station
   She smiled at him
   just then and he
   turned
   away

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