Trains

You really do spin a tale so very well. This one tells of a lovely red headed lady/lover who lives a more than just a few stops down the line. I could feel the excitement, the anticipation waiting for the journey to be complete, counting down the stations, the miles until you both could 'be'.

Like so many love stories, this one had to come to the 'end of the line' - I could feel the sadness, the regret. Its right that sounds and sights can bring back memories, in this poem they bring back her, and the love you shared and still hold inside. What can one do when they feel this way? Pray, that's the ticket, pray that one day she'll get off at your stop so there can be 'you and I' again.

Another wonderfully rhymed and written piece of work, Peter - wonderful flow throughout which made it a pleasure to read.
All the very best,
Ben

The scenario that this poem describes sounds almost like a movie, and that is kind of how it played out in my head as I read it. good job!

When it's high time, Summary arrives. Nothing has come to stay, but Truth. Another brain-storming output!

Pete, a very beautiful poem. I really love your rhyme and the essence of this piece:)
Splendid!!
Keep writing:):)