Down At The Station


Waiting Down at The Station to catch the 2:05
I thought I heard your voice calling out my name
but I guess it was just the chatter of the crowd or
the noise inside my brain, my tears begin to fall
just like the Minneapolis rain as I climb up onto
the train.
Well I take a seat next to a window half hoping
you’ll step in out of the shadows before the train
pulls out of the station and beg me not to go but
I know leaving you was the right thing to do I
just wish I could convince my heart but that’s
something I can’t seem to do.
I whisper goodbye as the train begins to pull
out of the station then again I hear my name, I tell
myself get a hold of yourself but something made
me look up and there you were to my surprise!
You reached out and kissed me taking the seat
next by my side, saying, “I’m sorry baby, please
don’t leave me but if you want me to leave you
alone I will but since were already here why don’t
we take that second honeymoon we’ve been talking
about” I just smiled and again the tears began to
fall as the train leaves the station I think maybe,
just maybe you really do love me after all!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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