by Nayseal Basora

Created on: April 18, 2008

I rode the train to see you for one last time
My heart was in pain
My life not worth a dime
Amidst the crowd of people yet feeling so alone
My heart pounding loudly through the hustle and bustle of the angry mob during rush hour
I felt invisible as if I were a ghost floating to a destination I feared to reach
Finally out of the station I began to walk towards where I knew you would be for one last time

I walked those steps towards your door as if walking towards my own death
As I walked closer I stepped slower
Till I saw you step out and like for one single moment it seemed an eternity in itself there lay a glimmer of hope and yet at the same time a harsh reality of painful despair came over me like a cold crisp wind that froze my heart in time.
As you spoke your last words to me I had wished we could go back in time to when the words you said to me were "I love you".
Funny how I knew those words were said but seemed like forever had passed us by and I could not recall when was the last time I had heard those words being uttered from your lips.
Could this possibly be the end?
You spoke and my mind raced with thoughts
I kept composure for I did not want you to see how my heart was shattering into millions of pieces
Head high, heart still pounding, taking a deep breath
We agreed to disagree and then it was over
I walked away and said goodnight
On my way to the train again this time with a lump in my throat
A waterfall of tears slowly sliding down my cheeks
People watching and staring
I was searching for a place to run and hide
My hands cold as ice wiping the warm salty liquid that ran across my face
Nothing to do but deal with reality
It is better to have loved than not to have loved at all I said to myself
On my way home now and on the Brooklyn bound L
"La linea loca" (the crazy L line) you used to call it
No more dwelling on the past or things that cannot be changed time to move on
A lady approached my seat and said "Don't despair dear things will get better"
She put on a smile and by the next stop she was off the train
I got off next stop and walked home
As I walked away from the station I felt as if I had left something behind
Indeed I did leave something behind....YOU!

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