Home

Part III. Coming Back

by Uriel Tovar

i took the letters you gave me
and crumpled them as the train pulled out.
they still smelled like you--
my tears might have ran down them
but i didn't turn to see you
fade.

The train rolled along
from light
to dark
blurring into the night
like my runny mascara.
I wiped it off my cheek
along with your kisses,
left tinted black.

i promised you i wouldn't
come back
but he doesn't leave me haunted
with his ghost anymore.

We might walk
along the park
and get an ice cream
and watch it drip down our shirts
but this ticket is one way
and i don't think he'll let me buy another.

08/22/2005

Posted on 08/22/2005
Copyright © 2020 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/22/05 at 09:10 PM

Oh, I felt the emotional aspect of this poem, Uriel from " ... i took the letters you gave me and crumpled them as the train pulled out. they still smelled like you--" to " ... The train rolled along from light to dark blurring into the night like my runny mascara." Your poem marches on with the uniqueness of the train clattering along the tracks ... slow but swift ... decisions made but memories everlasting. Yes, this is a fine poem. It goes in my favorites.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/26/11 at 01:02 AM

Yet again, I'm stunned by your imagery. The angst in these poems pulls the reader relentlessly forward...

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2020 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)