Before The Train Sojourns

I saw it coming
like an approaching train
festooned underneath
its mad screen of smoke
and my guilty hands
trembled under duress
holding a one way ticket
but when the ground shudders
and the held clout reverberated
I flinched, deterred
and walked away

Before the train sojourns
I started my own exodus
I meander across
empty wastelands
and outrun the rails
but the train
haunts my repose

And this path I tread
will never end
like a threadbare ribbon
with knitted ends
I shall run and chase
the frontier of dreams

I shall picture you
framed in the frosted window
your eyes withholding
a velvet luster
as you arrive
to announce your departure -
your last painted malady
is an eternal goodbye
that never happened.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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