Runaway Train
Posted to Poetry
by untitledpoet on 2003-06-23 01:42:00
Said goodbye to all my bags.
Took the train to somewhere-else.
Held the money that I had
enough
for limonade,
and I'll play the spades,
drink the gin,
morning comes,
didn't win,
she ran away yet again....
again.
Left the door ajar for her.
Bits of letter on the chair.
Water split across the floor,
from tears
for her.
She loved her bed,
her love stayed dead,
her daily bread
was left unsaid.
she ran away yet again....
again.
