There before me she sat all alone
on the station platform
nobody else was about to be seen
so pretty yet a sad stare
was distracted as the train neared
glancing back had disappeared!
A tightening of my stomach retching
such pain overcame me
distressing images in my mind’s eye
of an endless despair
on that empty platform standing alone
feelings never before known!
There was no train had been imagination
for a few seconds saw
below on the line the body of the woman
then she was gone
shaken became rational once again
so came a real train!
Leaving that place the memory has remained
lingering impressions stayed
was it the restless spirit of a suicide victim
caught in that fatal moment
forever etched on the fabric of the location
was my only explanation!
To this day the images still haunt me!
The Foureyed Poet.