She's waiting, soft brown eyes and ivory skin
She waited the second he stepped in
For him to come back, for him to call her name
Life passes by, blowing away her fragile frame
Held captive by the rails
Tears rolling down, her heartbeat speeds
As he holds her gaze, as he waves goodbye
She's waiting for him to come back
Waiting for him to come close
She wants to forget as the doors close
That time will pass and miles will roll
He's gone.
He left hope as a goodbye kiss
She's alone.
She's waiting for her thoughts to drift
They don't.
Only silence and empty faces
She clings, holds on to the past
Au revoir
At least it wasn't goodbye.
Zoé, le 27.09.17
Just so you know: this is the first straight poem I ever wrote, so don't judge me. #2GAY4THIS
