That lost, bewildered look she loved:
So why, today, was he a wreck?
“Forget the night”, she said again.
They fell in drops about her feet,
Those heavy tears, they fell inside.
She made her smile for one last time:
It formed a line about her lips
Which wasn’t there the day before.
The first he knew she’d walked away,
A rueful cast upon her frown.
So there he stood, alone and cold:
He wished he’d worn a better shirt.
He wished he had a clever line.
The platform span and she was gone.
This poem was written as a response to the photograph by artist Cheryl Garner. It is part of an on-going journey.
The photographs, with poems, can be found at:
the work of Cheryl Garner can be found at: