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Part III. Coming Back
by Uriel Tovari 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 © 2024 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.
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| 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... |
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