Goodbye At The Station Poem by SharonAnn Dawson

Humiliated by my own ineptitude
I reside myself to a life time of relentless, self inflicted, mental torture.
With the thought of your eyes burning a thousand daggers in my back as I walk away, afraid to say what I want to say.
Cursed and hollow and full of contempt.I die inside.
Oh to just tell you I love you.
Over my shoulder I smile back at the face I barley recognise. Tormented.
My apology would be futile, my love endless.
No words come. So I go.