[Linger]
[lingering]
Caty-Scarlett Coleman
his stubble brushes past my face
the clock ticks fast we run its race
oh please be slow, keep calm the pace
the time: it’s 8
a train: the place.
my heart it pounds and skips some beats
but all the same it breaks, it weeps
the last of him that I shall see
those pools of blue, they pierce through me
through them he pleads, “please don’t forget…”
i cut him off with one last kiss
“goodbye my love, come back to me.
my heart is here, for yours it be.”
i’ll cry again, i know i will
with tears once more, my eyes shall fill
for when I see his soul, a chill,
a shiver rushes through me still.
loud horns they cry
the smoke it starts
their shrieks of pain
They voice my heart.
he walks away with heavy steps
and right onto that train he gets.
behind the window on the left
his palm is pressed, mine matches it.
and in that gesture goes his heart
he leaves it here, he now departs
still in my bones there’s something there
it lingers on.
it’s hope we share.