Friday, October 08, 2010

He's leaving .. On a midnight train ..

She made his morning coffee, and sat beside him
Would you stay longer, she asked..
No little girl I have to go,your flowers are wilting now.
but I’ll give you snow, she begged..
I have to go,
to where the air smells like a million treasures,
and the children play… to the green meadows .. to the land of oblivion..
he decided.
Cold in his posture, he gave her a kiss on the cheek
and they walked ..
she stood as the train left,
as she waved, he wept..
she smiled,
she knew she had planted her seed…
she knew she will haunt him forever…

3 comments:

ghada said...

lovely baby!

Zee said...

Fall and roads to travel, the symphony of melancholy. But now is all good - you are in love again.

I on U said...

so lovely...