Sebastian Soberania

Rookie - 159 Points (1/23/65 / new york)

At The Train Station.... - Poem by Sebastian Soberania

at the train station
you wait, someone with a back pack
stands beside you
you glance, and she too glances at you

what happens is that
you remember someone

memories rushing inside your mind
like some monsoons
like sunshine on a heavy rain
iconic, ironic,
conical images, a frolic of flowers
a shower of red petals of roses
a wine glass of champagne
foams of soap on a perfumed tub

sounds of kisses,
a candle lighted room
with two shadows

no words to speak, plain hushing silence
you hear your heart beating like a staccato poem

you glance again
she is not there anymore

the same emptiness is contained
in your lonely heart

the train arrives, you get in
you look at the glass window, trying to figure out
what really happened.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012

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