A Lover's Goodbye

He sat on the platform, the rain pouring down the brim of his hat.  He came here often when he needed to be alone, basking in the loneliness and solitude.   The flowing water filled in the little cracks and crevasses in the pavement, overflowing and spilling over onto the tracks.  In the distance a bell was heard tinkling its way down the track, reminiscent of some lost tune.  He thought of nothing, and yet he thought of everything.  He thought of her.  He drifted off into a long lost sea of memories.  Yet the man realized that she would soon be gone from his life forever, and that he could never get her back.


She sat in the station, staring out the window and gazing at the rain dripping down the arches.  Her rosy cheeks and her wavy hair carried an air of sadness.  She was lost in her thoughts.  Where was he now? The girl tried to cast out her memory of the night before; to forget the pain in her heart.  But she could not drop the images surfacing in her mind.  The words they had said.  The way the firelight flickered across the room.   The soft sighs each gave as the words were said.  The memory of lost love is the most difficult to shed.


It didn't end in hate.  It ended in love, and this can be the most painful of all.


The bell rang, miraculously able to wake her from her thoughts.  She gathered her things and slipped through the arch to the platform.


Yes, he saw her.  Her glowing visage brought light to his view, yet he knew he could say nothing.  This was best, it was the only way.  Her name, almost subconsciously leapt to his throat and perched itself on his tongue, but he stopped it before it fluttered out.  He watched her as she climbed aboard, her absence replaced by the dull monotony of the cloudiness.  She had not seen him.  He watched as the train lumbered slowly down the track.  His eyes followed it down, down, down until it vanished.  He stayed there the rest of the day, as the rain spilled over the tracks.