THE time for you to go has come at last; And you, you leave me unconcernedly, Not dreaming what your going means to me. ... I count the precious moments flying past! And little foolish words rise to my lips: "Have you your ticket?" and "Is your train late?" But—oh, my heart is marking time with Fate, And at its deepest core pain tears and grips! Yet still I chatter on: "There is a diner—yes," "You'll find the journey interesting, I know!" And dumbly pray that my eyes do not show The pain I feel—the pain you do not guess! The guard calls out: "Express here on this track!" And carelessly you murmur a good-by— "Good-by, good luck to you!" I lightly cry— And pray to God that you will not—look back! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GODS AND THE WINDS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 97. AL-WARITH by EDWIN ARNOLD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER |