Last Good-Bye

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