“The Boy Standing In The Middle of The Tracks”
The peculiar lump in his throat
subtle changes in the wind
against his bare skin
reminds me
of how small he is
The lights are blinding
as he closes his eyes shut
a strange smile creeps up
around the corners
Somewhere far away
a young woman lies in bed
wide awake
her mind racing
her brain swimming
With thoughts of him
his intense stare
his quiet, careful words
and the way he touched her
with his reluctant smile
The darkness is a comforting bedfellow
soon, there will be nothing left
not even a memory to hold onto
But in her heart, she somehow knew
that the boy standing in the middle of the tracks that night
loved her with all of the desperation and longing he could muster
and she smiles and closes her eyes one final time, whispering:
“It was more than enough.”
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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