The waiting room was empty
when she entered through the door,
The train whistle reminded her,
of what she was here for.
Another fifteen minutes
until his train came in,
And would he recognise her,
her head was in a spin.
For it was simply ages
since she'd looked into his eyes,
And looking through the window,
saw the same blue in the skies.
Perhaps she shouldn't be here,
her husband she'd betray,
So with tears descending down her face,
she slowly walked away.
© Ernestine Northover
Poetess E...Consummate loyalty is a rare virtue for Todays relationships...There should be far more empty train stations of people that should be with the one they pledged to....Sterling Write, my dear, as always...as if i expected any less''''''''''''''''''FRANK
Another compulsive read from a great poet. The ending made the poem. I just loved the whole thing........ Love, Fran xx
Well before we jump to conclusions: Her 'husband to betray' Could it have been that he sent her To meet an old friend and she thought not. So much for romantics. s
' Looking Through The Window' - Is this what they mean about 'window pane'?
Very like a heartbreaking scene from an old black and white film. A very beautiful and moving piece. Love, Andrew xx
Yes, reminds me of that movie classic, with Trevor Howard... mmm, can't remember, just remade too... Only, she didn't walk away. A truthful portrayal of love's tug-of-war with responsibility.
Awww! so moving Ernestine, you share the gift of a keen eye and a wonderful insight Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mesmerizingly wonderful, Ernestine. may not be such an easy read for some. romantic piece. -Tailor