One day I seated and looked around me,
and started to think in hatred.
I remember the train and the absence of rain,
but I also remember tears from my face.
I knew he was going,
by the taxi waiting for him.
I should have known how much he meant to me,
while the train moves slowly.
I was in the train station,
without being able to believe.
I had let my love go,
and he’s still alive inside of me.
Many times I think,
what I could have done differently.
In any reason he has to go,
I’m hoping for his sudden return.
Copyright@2006 Michelle Carreiro
Enviado por Michelle Carreiro em 05/10/2006
Reeditado em 04/04/2007
Código do texto: T256899