I see you still, just standing, <br />soft shoulders, slightly drooped. <br />It was a German train of punctuality, <br />a trait one did expect but not that day. <br />A little longer was not in the cards. <br /> <br />Although prepared to take the awkwardness <br />of a departure from the comfy present <br />into a future of wholly unknoweable dimension, <br />no tears were visible or felt, not yet. <br />And not a tad of melancholy seen. <br /> <br />As doors clanged shut, a whistle urges <br />when, like a gesture, no an apparition, <br />a ray of sunshine, just a single one <br />had overcome the glassy dome and settled <br />upon your face, where sadness now resided. <br /> <br />Angelic features, bathed in golden orange glow, <br />have stayed with me for forty years and more. <br />And when we met again your presence was the same, <br />well-age regret hung in the air like stale lavender. <br />It left us suddenly and vowed not to return. <br />Unspoken promises remain, though no farewells.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/years-cannot-erase/
