She left me,
the love of my life.
I lost my job
and marriage needs money
to oil over difficulties.
Now I had so little.
She caught a train
to the City.
I never hear from her
or our kid.
That breaks my heart
alone in the dark.
I lie in the night
thinking terrible thoughts
how to end the misery.
And as if to mock me
I hear the Central train
on the hour...every long hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem