HerPain and love....
It's what I always feel around her
That there must be something I can do to help
I guess just being there and listening can do it for now
But it is so hard to just sit there and not be able to reach out and just
hold her and tell her that things will get better
That she can depend on me to be there for her
I want to be
But I don't know if she wants it
Whenever I try to ask, my tongue sticks to the back of my throat and my lips dry out.
All I can do is watch and listen to her and the pain she suffers
Even though it cannot be seen
I feel there is a glass wall between us
No matter how hard I try, I cannot break through
Only she can open the wall and let me in
But I don't know if she will
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,Love Letters On the Train3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think