The Passing Poem by Giordano Pinero

I never knew her by name

yet her sun kissed
auburn hair
I lived a lifetime with

Nor did she ever
flip a glance my way

how sure I was
we once grew old together

Her piercing green eyes
like precious jewels

peering miles in front of her
toward greener pastures

to all places
angels go dream

How whimsical of me

I thought to myself
to have loved her forever

As her train rumbled pass me

In the opposite direction