Leaving Brighton Poem by Francis Wells

I kissed him goodbye
And strode for the train:
Trying hard not to cry
By refusing this pain.

My head knows this ends
With our meeting quite soon;
Yet my heart still pretends
That our love has been doomed

To fail. As we part lips
And the distance grows long;
This new journey gives tips
To be steadfast and strong.

Next weekend we’ll meet
To profess “How I love you! ”;
Hoping never to part
‘Til that last journey, a Dieu.