14 October 2012
I saw you first on a train Jumped on last second Sat down in the seat behind My eyes were beckoned
You caught it every day Always in utter haste My heart would flutter with butterflies Train time was never waste
But once you say next to me Asked if the seat was to spare I couldn't even talk My mind was utterly bare
The train rumbled on You read your book We kept stealing glances Needing one last look
The train carried on We talked, once or twice Occasional smiles were shared Your book choice was nice
But the the train screeched Flung people to the floor Blood and crying I looked at you once more
Holding hands and crying The light was only a speck Knowing we would die soon Surrounded by wreck
You said how you had watched me Took the train only to look A tear slipped as I kissed you My last breath; took
Note- The idea is not mine. No copyright intended. It was a story on another website and I poetized.
The Last Train Stop • Opuss № I