The Last Time

The train slowly shudders to a stop
And we stand there hugging goodbye
The conductor calls the all aboard
I gently part from you with a sigh
I envision your waeary watery eyes
As aboard the train I start to climb
Never knowing, never dreaming
That we have kissed for the last time

I watch you lightly ease into your car
Through the tinted glass by my seat
The train curls down the rusted tracks
I remember your lips so soft and sweet
My closed eyes see the curves of your face
Recalling your beauty so sublime
Never knowing, never dreaming
That we have kissed for the last time

A smile rapidly unfolds across my mouth
Remembering the sweetness of the night before
When we cuddled and made angelic love
And our soft bodies we fondly explored
The train slowly ambles my way back home
And the whistle begins to loudly chime
Never knowing, never dreaming
That we have kissed for the last time

Nathan Tompkins