Now, I know that I will never see you again.
I try to surpass my pain and to forget you.
It's like I'm waiting for an invisible train
Knowing that I can't do what you asked me to do.
This gray train comes here, but there's no railway station.
What was painfully I forgot or wasn't real.
It was an autumnal love for you with no passion
While destroying our thoughts that have become unreal.
I watch you closely, as always, and the woman
Standing on the chair of surgery passively
Still are spitting her blood, it's what you like a man
Cut up in her soul, when sutured by surgery.
Now, I know that I will never see you again.
I try to surpass my pain and to forget you.
I want to be with you on that 'visible train.
In a new world of love, I want to be with you.
Poem by Marieta Maglas,1984
know, I “m not able to see you again And, I know, I “m not able to forget you Please, separate me from that strange world of train And take me as far as possible with you. written in 1984 Some memories last forever and it feels like you are ever standing on the platform...waiting for that train...rise or fall...in all seasons that change, your season never changed.
From: Gabrielle Love (Atlanta United States; Female; 16) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 12/1/2009 3: 01: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) of course wats inspires to write the way you do its amazing
Very old write but even today its still remains fresh in hearts of new beats. Well composed.
You have the gift of giving yourself away in words. This is the mark of the true poet. Kind wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think of trains in terms of motion, either going somewhere or returning from someplace; And yet by the distance there still appears to be a close connection, the train joining the points. Memory ever present never vanished.