Now, I know that I will never see you again. <br />I try to surpass my pain and to forget you. <br />It's like I'm waiting for an invisible train <br />Knowing that I can't do what you asked me to do. <br /> <br />This gray train comes here, but there's no railway station. <br />What was painfully I forgot or wasn't real. <br />It was an autumnal love for you with no passion <br />While destroying our thoughts that have become unreal. <br /> <br />I watch you closely, as always, and the woman <br />Standing on the chair of surgery passively <br />Still are spitting her blood, it's what you like a man <br />Cut up in her soul, when suture by surgery. <br /> <br /> <br />Now, I know that I will never see you again. <br />I try to surpass my pain and to forget you. <br />I want to be with you in that 'visible train. <br />In a new world of love, I want to be with you. <br /> <br />1984<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yellow-november/
