The Train of Defeat
In the light of the day, she saw him there.He was standing straight, running a comb through his hair.
The expression of sadness was drawn on his face.
He lit a cigarette. At his feet, a suitcase.
She watched as he wiped away a tear.
He sensed her presence as she became near.
A glimmer of hope as both eyes met.
It was a special love they will never forget.
Looks of reconsidering returned with empty hope.
Flashbacks of the past.
He just couldn't cope.
The anger in his eyes pierced through her heart.
She destroyed all chance of going back to the start.
Her pace slowed as he turned away.
He didn't want to hear what she had to say.
She whispered, "Good-bye" and silently wept.
Her apologies were something he could not accept.
He ascended the stairs to the train of defeat.
He couldn't help but look as he took his seat.
Her tear-stained face left a scar on his mind.
He cursed himself for looking behind.
As the train of defeat rolled slowly away,
he wondered if maybe he should have stayed.
The train of defeat was his very last step
to end what he could never accept.
She begged for forgiveness with bitter tears.
He'll relive that moment for the rest of his years.
She sat at the station for hours after that.
She hoped that he would decide to come back.
But love was abolished from the hearts of two.
They lived apart with feelings untrue.
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