after work
she would drive by the train station
an everyday ritual
she'd linger in the taxi lane
for just three minutes
the average length of a cigarette
she'd convince herself that
she didn't care anymore
but her heart just nodded
knowingly yes, dear
as she'd drive off
she'd smile
but she'd never ever wave
Peace ~ Rene 2010
i always loved that moment in the movie, girl, interrupted--where vanessa redgraves explores with winona ryder the meaning of the term 'ambivalence'--
and here you've re-opened the investigation, i see--
good.
thank you, Gary. I think re-opening investigations sounds a lot cooler than picking at old wounds.
Rene
Rene,
I am new to group. This poem was a great intro to the power of your words. In this short poem you took me right into the middle of a story for me to start… and to finish.
Amicus poeticae,
Neal Whitman
Thank you Neil
Thanks for posting this in the TrainWrite group! I loved this when I first read it and was so happy to see it again here.
Wonderful poem with texture and a very sad feeling.